Northerner ones

A mightful wind blowing over mountains
Descending into the deepest valleys
And flowing to the plains
And all the realms beneath

A horn sound echoing in the forests
Like the night side moonlit
Someone or something is on the darkest paths
It's us, flowing in infinity

Under a call of a horn
With the pride of our banner
To the realms of hordes
We are the northerners ones

Line by line our legions smashing
All enemies lurking places
Side by side we are still walking
Under the encounter firmament to blast the palaces

Mesmerizing forested snowface
To never make rise up enemies
From the realms of ice
A shrine in the tempested woods…

Northerner ones

Nothing else than the north
For a coming realm to born
To my wood throne you'll look forth
For I've snow worn

Northerner ones