The enemy is closing We feel the march of the dark Earth beneath us tremble We see their fires from afar And hear the silence Absence of sound They leave behind Oblivion is the outcome When chaos rules the fire Followers of the corrupted cause Disciples of the war Primordial authority Obedience unbreakable This dawn we will draw the line Against the bringer of the carnage Northern hordes align Reshaping the horizon Field of view transforms Sea of spears rises From the skyline at the dawn Ruler of non-existence A throne made of bones Kingdom of draconian darkness A crown made of thorns