A voice from the north whispers to me,
all that I am is what you can be
I forsake the light, I forsake the code,
with unholy steel, I'll serve his throne
Within Ebon Hold
I am born again
My deeds will bring the fall of man
Embrace the darkness
Now my soul belongs
To the fallen prince of Lordaeron
Heed my call! You cannot defy
In death you will live, live
And from death you will rise
With blood and frost, runeblade in hand
The dead, the damned are mine to command
A thousand will fall, and a thousand will rise
The armies of death - strike!
The eye of Acherus watches above,
The incantations of frost and blood
Are at my command,
Are mine to wield,
My enemies will fall, to magic and steel
The mark of the Lich King
is carved on my soul
Wherever I tread, doom will follow
Val'kyr will soar and the frost wyrm will fly
All will serve as the Lich King desires
Heed my call! You cannot defy
In death you will live, live
And from death you will rise... rise
With blood and frost, runeblade in hand
The dead, the damned are mine to command
A thousand will fall, and a thousand will rise
The armies of death strike tonight
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
the wrath of the Lich King you cannot defy
Corpses rise with the frozen grin
Let the Scarlet Harvest begin!
Plague, death and destruction
Now the final darkness falls
The end draws near and
Death awaits you all
I've slaughtered legions by the score
Still my frozen heart craves more
Corpses fall to bloodied earth
Patiently awaiting rebirth.
Rise...
Rise...
You will rise...
I command you to rise
DEATH TO THE WORLD
The final assault, now under way
the Argent Dawn will fall today
Three hundred defenders, ten thousand Scourge
the end of it all, Light's Hope will burn
The battle is lost, though our numbers abound
because we fight on hallowed ground
I fall to the earth, I'm unable to strike
By Arthas' betrayed, and we're left here to die
We're freed from the chains...
What have we become?
The Lich King will pay, pay, pay
For what he has done!
There's no place for our kind in this world
We will march north, and wipe out the Scourge
When Arthas falls our debts will be paid
Hail the Knights of the Ebon Blade