Hordes of chaos have come Angered, wielded steel blades with power They're all sloodthirsty Hate in their eyes They're bringing your doom Drums of war Screams, loud warsongs of power Barrels of fire Battering rain, storming the wall The air raises its backles The winds scream death, fire and metal A bright figure raises On battlements cracking fire and metal Thus spoke the wizard Light, columns of fire Chains lightings of mystical power Bruning the flesh And talking death to all Feared units Doomed, running away from the lava And rains of fire From the wizard unleashed might The air raises its backles The winds scream death, fire and metal A bright figure raises On battlements cracking fire and metal Thus spoke the wizard