Bite Back

Swordsmen at the border
Torches burning low
Five more grains of home
And still the traitor doesn't show

Craftsmanship and chivalry
Are seldom of reward
When faced with scheme and sorcery
The heralds of the horde

Poison and magic
The wraith of the gods
Vanquish the vengeful
And even the odds

Suddenly the moon crawls from the woodwork
Bewitching eyes and dreadful fangs
Howling for the fallen land
Set fire to their ranks

Poison and magic
The wraith of the gods
Vanquish the vengeful
And even the odds

Wolf and ghost leave sated ground behind
Forest and mountain with peace on their minds
Children they slumber in father's arms away
With thoughts of murdering their makers one day

Phantom warriors from the vale
Breathing kin left cold and pale
Newborn blood of meanest manner
Mother's crescent upon their banner

Iron and ember
The madness of men
Costean and dismember
Then do it again

Poison and magic
The wraith of the gods
Vanquish the vengeful
And even the odds