Beneath The Eaves

I pledge my sword to those now gone An oath of flame to burn them on Dark fire to cleanse your mortal wounds Dark ice to score my blackened runes Before men stir beneath the eaves And laughing voices turn to screams When sun is set and lights grow dim When sword blows smash on shields rim I pledge my sword to those unborn For in this future of this I'm sure A coming struggle, a future war The rise of chaos, the fall of law Before men stir beneath the eaves And laughing voices turn to screams When sun is set and lights grow dim When sword blows smash on shields rim A thunderbolt will scorch the land To stand or fall is in your hands The wolves of Midgard are baying loud It's time to ride them down