Storm Rider

Rising from the ashes
Of father's failures
Conquering fear
our futures
Noble our cause
True till death
Subservient to none
Shall be remembered
Blades crafted of steel
Hearts of crimson flame
Weapons unsheathed

Mounting our thunderous charge
Striking at the your stronghold
Nowhere is safe
Your minions fall

We are the coming storm
Set to wash away your existence
The chosen ones
Spoken of in ancient prophecy

Battle cries ring from the highest mountain
Striking fear in the hearts of our enemies

Swords remove their life from them
Arrows pierce their black hearts

On steeds we ride
Our flags held high

Seeking you to the ends of the earth
No Rest till you lay slain before us

An armored battalion rises
To meet our challenge
We are out manned, outmatched
But we battle on
Our numbers dwindle
But for each loss
For each loss we take
4 enemies

Failure is not an option
Risking complete destruction
Followed you to the ends of the earth
Now you lay slain before us
You are dead. Victory is ours.