The clouds in the sky begin to hide
The land ? for years I've called mine
A war unknown to the worlds

Calling the last fearless hearts

Gathering the clans to fulfil our fate

Ready to fight till the dawn of the day
Brave wolves in the heat of the hunt
We'll rise again when the morning comes


Blow your horn
The horn of war

Hoist our banner
Tattered and black


Side by side the arms up high
We form a wall of honor and pride
Uncertain to see them alive

Your home, your son, your own wife

50 thousand men are glimming afield

Every stride and chant quakes my shield
Upon the hill their war machinery hushes
Waiting to kill


Black raven circuit the field
I see their eyes greedy starring at me

Descendents clucked by death
Foreboders of our fate


The bones sliver
Steel bursts
Blood creeps

Men fall

Fight for honor

And die for pride

Warhorns of Midgard the forecast of war

Warhorns of Midgard will never fall silent