Racing cross these arctic lands
A mounted legion under my command
Were a brutal force, no man can withstand
Total havoc is at hand
See the black crows circle high
Waiting for brave men to die
They sense the coming of the tide
When oppositions swept aside
The fateful message reached us months ago
That our home was under siege
And since that day weve been heading north
Our kinsmen needed our relief
As we near our fortress walls
Black smoke is rising to the sky
Burnt black ruins of our fathers halls
And corpses greet our tired eyes
What madness led them to attack
Victory could not be won
They mustve known there was no turning back
And now they all are gone
No woman, child or man was spared
Their bodies lying where they fell
Suffering, anguish and despair
As they went through living hell
So now were on the ride again
And vengeance is our newfound path
We draw our strength from grief and pain
These bastards shall know our endless wrath
See the black crows circle high
Waiting for brave men to die
This is the coming of the tide
When oppositions swept aside