born of high and might lands of lore a legion of riders from an ancient time the rage of batle in their darkened eyes together they will into glory ride high above among the restless clouds a raven sings its song into the night lightning shines a beacon far ahead announcing now the coming of the end valleys now tremble to the war cries miles away in the glens the water freezes as a cold hand brings dismay a dark stone rises far into the clouds way up high and greeted by a thunderstorm we chant a battle cry honor is enthroned again as the one eternal heir with fearless might our legions rule our enemy ensnared the sound of thunder rumbles in the palace of the gods the chariots of fire leave a trail of death and blood from ancient times they have returned to judge the hearts of man to slay the weak and praise the strong to hold up high their flame