Winds gust across the plains Battle cats and wolves remain In their battle formations Well bring them hell They pace back and forth They blow the ancient Horns of obliteration A thousand blades unsheathed Behold, the battle upon arctic plains We traversed north for countless days We fight with fire blades Swing wild, lets slay Tusked beasts that shake the ground Well slice them down After defeating waves Of their beast hordes It beams across the sky Their end is near Behold... the lights of the northern realm Behold, a battle in a frozen hell We traversed north for countless days Their bodies shatter in a burst of glory and shame The story of their death in the sky will remain
traversed, battle, behold, countless, tusked