Skullthrone

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