Riders of the north issue forth
Their banners flying high in the wind
A force you cannot hope to stand against
The cries of battle echo across the plains
For war has come about in the land
And the spoils are too great to resist.
Their banners flying high in the wind
A force you cannot hope to stand against
The cries of battle echo across the plains
For war has come about in the land
And the spoils are too great to resist.
Their lives are a price they're prepared to pay
For the glory and acclamations they will reap
Names etched in stone by the sages
Is all that shall live on after
For change is the only constant
And the world will be destroyed beneath their feet.
Invasion, Devastation, Desecration, Uncreation, Obliteration, Extermination.
How many lives must be sacrificed
To satisfy the hunger of the hounds of war?
The need to spill innocent blood
Yearning for the butchery
Powerful, weak, whoever cross their path
They kill without discretion.
Exterminate the masses.
Riders of the north issue forth
Their banners flying high in the wind
Destruction lays beyond in their wake
A scattering of bodies, fire and ash
The world at large is theirs for the taking
Imminent Armageddon.
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