The Souless Fleet

Stromwinds bring fourious howlings of glory and might,
The dragon's breath takes the ships into dark, frozen, shores;
A nightside cry of sirens leading the soulless fleet
And swords shine with the fire of moonlight.

Far beyond the time
Far, into the mist,
Carrying death as flag;
The fleet is going to war.
Masters of demise,
Pain prophets enthroned
Driving men into slaves
Of the fury of the braves

The sorrow, in our headsails, is taken to the lands
For the victory and honor of future days,
We are the riders of death, fear is not in our hearts;
Ancient gods and beliefs let us rise, fallen from grace
Of the idols of the weak