In the dark of night, we arise
From the ashes of a dying empire
The throne will be ours,
No longer denied
Our legions march on,
With hearts of fire

Heed the call of the ancient gods
Our fury shall be felt throughout the land
In the name of metal, we stand strong
The throne will be ours,
So sayeth the masters of thunder

Through the gates of hell, we march
With the might of the black wind at our backs
The demons of the abyss, they gather their strength
To aid us in our quest for the throne

In this age of sorrow and strife
We shall not