The war is done...
A buzzard's feast, a soldier's glum,
The oxen pulling hard to bring the bodies home.


A troll to find the wizardry
Untold that binds the rookeries

Those poor washed away by the flood
Those left are soiled in blood
In time the city that fell

Will be denied of misery
Each fiend will have its hole
Where men once toiled in liveries


The trolls set fire to the region
The trolls set fire to rookeries

The trolls set fire to the kings men
The trolls set fire to the kingdom


Oh! Yah! Rragh! Oh! Boom Boom! Yah!

To fight, and battle high

An ode, an ode to die.

"We swore to fight for man

This country's sacred land"

Your demise is that we're already among you

Tucked in with the dead we grow behind your city walls

"We fear not, your darkened spells"


Those are words that a dead man tells.
Summon the Wyrm, to end them all!


Yah!!


Take fast beyond the ruins
Beyond the broken sword
Each fiend now has its hole

Amass the spoils of war
And soon the next great land
Will fall under this banner

Those that we've slain
Join our legion from the grave!