A howling wind from years gone by, a storm from times since gone,
An ancient sign of strife and war, from nations proud and strong,
The dancing trees and broken boughs, fighting through the gale,
Whispering songs of ancient times, an ancient warrior's tale,
A tale of battle, death and loss, of victory and pride,
So gather round the fire my sons, and let your fears be laid aside,
A battlecry, with arms open wide,
Slaughtering those in our wake,
A battlecry, my sword to the sky,
Victorious we'll be on this day,
Many miles through barren lands, through wilderness of earth and stone,
A venture bold and treacherous, of broken flesh and bone,
For glory over all before, his name be sung for ever more,
The warrior's quest for majesty will take him through the great unknown,
The howling wind, an icy gale, sings defeat and death,
But a fiery heart and sharpened sword keeps the warmth in their breath,
With burning will they cross the fields, their weapons in their hands,
To take these lands and burn these homes, they've crossed the oceans to new lands,
With spears thumping on their shields, a thunderous and vehement sound,
Their eyes shine through helmet steel, as blood runs thick upon the ground,
And some they fall, their bodies broken on the earth,
The light leaves their eyes,
Their lives though, were not lost in vain,
Their names will be sung for ever more