On a lone hill stands a man
Hes left hand raised
In a sign of entity unbound
In hes right hand a sword
Engulfed in flames
To drive infidels to hell

The last men of the brotherhood had come
To wreak vengeance upon the foreign ones

To raise the spirits of land
To make the rivers run with blood
To purge the land for the heathen
And let the ravens pick their eyes

The ancient pacts made with the legions of the netherworlds
Would be honoured in the blood and souls of the outlanders

And so the circle was set
The sacrifice placed on the altar of stone
The rituals conducted
The seals broken and the gate opened across

The wind started to blow
From all four directions
Earth trembled and trees fell
As the altar stones cracked

As the ancient demons were set free
The ones of the true were left to reign
They devoured the souls of the unrighteous
And ravens picked their eyes