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