Ironborn

Arise my messengers of death
Our time has arrived

Ancient soldiers arise; night of eternal valor
March on quaked earth, and over broken spirits
For the mighty will fall; and the proud extol
All will hail with bent knee; legions of the undead king

Cauldron stirs; night sky calls
No soul knows anything at all
For a revolution brews
Bloodshed; underground war stews
Thrall of Hell spellbound
Battle cry eternally resound

Army undead
Living no match to might of death
Our cause christened
Gods comfort absconds your last breath

Ancient soldiers arise; night of eternal valor
March on quaked earth, and over broken spirits
For the mighty will fall; and the proud extol
All will hail with bent knee; legions of the undead king

Break their will
Ensure merciless victory
Cut their flesh
Mortal limitations met
Draw their blood
Feel the chill of deaths touch
End their lives
Prepare to die