From the East they came
Hunger and war
Rained down pain
On everyone they saw

In the Northern lands
In the Western hills
First, made a stand
Blood was spilled

From the peaceful land
To a trail of tears
Ripped from their hands
With disease and fear

Through the snow and mud
I hear the sound
Water flows with blood
Across holy ground

Killers, Killers, from the East they came
Killers, Killers, with numbers not names
Killers, Killers, from the East they came
Killing, came killing, across the plains."