Titans Of The Frost

Fearless forces trudge on to wail of a war hornThey march with heavy hearts and thoughts of home, now long forlornAs they gazed upon the field through clouds of freezing breathA familiar taste fell on their lipsThe air was thick with deathThunderhead trudged down the line and met each set of eyesAnd from beneath his beard erupts a mighty battle cryHail us the wicked ones, rulers of land and seaWe must assume our rightful place, fulfill the prophecyWe've traveled over oceans by the might of many menWe've come to far to not take back whats ours againnow is the timeTo take the throneNow is the timeTo reclaim our homeEnshrouded in darknessWe've achieved a most unholy strengthcompletion of this dark ritual will ensure our acceptance amongst dark ranksEnshrouded in darknesswe've obtained a most unholy FervorFor ever loyal to the underlord, for life a faithful serverThough the tide is strong, we move onward despite treacherous seasThough the tide is strong, we are stronger, bringing foes to their kneestry as you mayYou will fallThough the tide is strong, we move onward despite treacherous seasThough the tide is strong, we are stronger, bringing foes to their kneesTry as you mayYou will fallArmies fight and fall at the hands and might of the hoardKneel before us you traitorous fiend, or meet your end by the might of my sword