The mountains below we reached by our will
The flames of our swords are burning still
Temptated by the night to spread hate and fear
Were the revenge the blackest
Their souls is our prey
Storms of evil thunder and might
Were in the March of profanity
The darkest breed again well rise forth against the flocks of the weak
Well approach a land forlorn
Our hordes arrived
Oh hordes of white watch us take your lives
As false you'll fall falseness disappear
The Land
Where eyes are blind we have found
Battle sign under the shape of mine
Darkest souls now set free
We rose again d**nations reign
Watch me absorb your thoughts
See me ruin your halls of light
Were the March of profanity
Your tragedy falmes will rise forth against the flocks of the weak
No return
A land forlorn
