Once again, the horn resounds
For the battlefield to be littered
With their mangled corpses and metal
Above which vultures hovered

Nicking at the pile of flesh lying around
Proud soldiers, torn from life
Brave warriors, victims of strife
Fallen to the hound

Fools with those antics, I hate
They are deserving of their fate
Lawless and heartless, we endeavor
For their era to be over

There won't be any survivor
Ruthless is our demeanor
Their defeat we'll savor
While they hope for a saviour

Our kind will rise
Turning the pages of history
Our kin will make you flee
Lest, you'll all be part of the killing spree