Brothers of the war, we stand tall on the edge of our land
In this riverbed we draw the line Blood is thicker than this frozen water we stand upon
Ice beneath our feet
Hellfire burns within With bravery and valor
With hatred and rage
Our might lies not in numbers Few against a legion
Few against the horde
With ferocious force we go forth With our steel
We strike them down
Blood paints the ground
Red frozen soil Crimson moon will rise
No silvery light
We strike them down
To the red frozen ground May the earth tremble as they march
And their arrows blacken the sky Drain the strength from the fear
Burn with wrath, scorch and sear
Blood we'll shed, apart we'll tear