Lyrics:

Ride with northern winds
Down the hills of death
Ride with brazen horns
And arm your final breath

Braziers toppled, banners torn
Golden fields razed by flames of war

Shields splintered and broken
Swords shattered and scorned
Bleached trees burning black
Ebon robes frayed and torn

Sundered by roaring screams
And shaken by tolling bells
Fallen kings and rusted crowns
Lay beneath the crimson ground

Strike with a fearless heart
And an iron hammering fist
Strike with a mortal oath
And take his final breath

Worn kings will fall
Bold warriors shall rise
Between crown and mantle
Ancient magics die

Sorrow reigns over these fields
As ash lingers over dying flames
The darkened veil will never fade
And the blood will never wash away

Scattered on the hills of death
Among echoes of the fallen
Mourned, lost, and buried forever

Shields splintered and broken
Swords shattered and scorned
Bleached trees burning black
Ebon robes frayed and torn

Severed from aged helms
Under a weeping sky
Fallen kings and rusted crowns
Lay beneath the crimson ground