Rise from the North

Horses riding through flames The north king shall rise Sixty seven marching in his name Your death must be right Suffering shall prevail Calamity upon her veil Battle must rise The queen of archangels must die Battle must rise Through this night A storm of blood Among our side Rise from the north The bells of war doth chime No beg for mercy None of my weak brothers Shalt ever share my glory The wind breaks the silence By the campfires awaiting for its time The only way is suicide No beg for mercy Let them bleed Revenge on mankind Battle must rise Through this blackest night Lust and greed eager to stride Dark tales must seek their pride Frost and ice Revenge on mankind