Skullthrone - Nocturnal Graves

Into the valley

Swords clashing, bodies thrashing

Blood spilling

10, 000 Warriors

Fight to the death cannot see the end

Traitors!

By your neck you shall hang unto death

Liars!

No longer will you feel your breath

Victorious!

Onward march our hordes shall fish

Under command

By the rule of the blade your kind does bow

Subservient

Our armies rise and reject defeat

Conquerors

To take what is ours your kind must bleed

Reapers rise

From the depths of the abyss your soul is mine

War and Death

Your skull and spine I claim as my prize

By sword by axe

Crushing and ruling I rise from death

Feel my wrath

My name shall be spoken through the ages to come