Arrival of the Horde

Far far in north
Warcries sound
Mother earth is crumbling
while the sun is rising
Axes and shields
hold in the sky
Men invade the field
like hungry wolfes

Grassroots are frightened
they dread for their lifes
Defenders death is forecast
but they fight till the end

Some people could escape
deep in the wood
The pride is broken
Oppression in their land
They swear to each other
vengeance will come soon
Hate is rising
Blood is boiling

Grassroots are frightened
they dread for their lifes
Defenders death is forecast
but they fight till the end

Hordes ran in with
torches in their hands
Burning chalets
and screaming children
Vainly men try to defend
Many grassroots die
They battle for honor
honor for their land