The Call - Legions of Cold

Crouching and breathing in the fog
Black horses coming down the hill
Double-edged swords and battleaxes
Red-eyed spectres obssessed by their will

Observing the future dead city
They wait for the order to attack

Kill!!!

Devastating the temple of innocence
Devastating the temple of ignorance
Restoring the ancient order
Restoring the ancient valor

Not a word - burn the women and children
Not a thought - impale the remaining sheep
No remorse - hoist the flag of victory
Nary a memory - leave the place dying