The clouds in the sky begin to hide

The land for years Ive called mine

A war unknown to the worlds

Calling the last fearless hearts



Gathering the clans to fulfil our fate

Ready to fight till the dawn of the day

Brave wolves in the heat of the hunt

Well rise again when the morning comes



Blow your horn

The horn of war

Hoist our banner

Tattered and black



Side by side the arms up high

We form a wall of honor and pride

Uncertain to see them alive

Your home, your son, your own wife



50 thousand men are glimming afield

Every stride and chant quakes my shield

Upon the hill their war machinery hushes

Waiting to kill



Black raven circuit the field

I see their eyes greedy starring at me

Descendents clucked by death

Foreboders of our fate



The bones sliver

Steel bursts

Blood creeps

Men fall



Fight for honor

And die for pride



Warhorns of Midgard the forecast of war

Warhorns of Midgard will never fall silent