The shamans foretold of the fateful ascent of forsaken (Sound the horn and speak the creed) Those destined to drown all the mountains and poison the seas (Songs of heroes unsung)
Sensing mortal lament Two warrior tribes blessed by their heavensent
The fabric of time in the parallel world has been shaken (Sound the horn and speak the creed) Monstrosities leak out of crevices deep in the crust (Songs of heroes unsung)
Siege on the Plains has begun Reflected on beaches of the Rising Sun Gates of Paradise shut A cycle diverged to turn all to dust
Off to war, o lords of honor and chaos Axemen of the north, swordsmen of the east Skalds and scrolls will sing of divine carnage Quench your blades with blood of evil fiends
To the fore, o lords of honor and chaos Axemen of the north, swordsmen of the east Riding boiling waves on painted warships Helmets of staghorn beetle charge the maws of death (and)
Lightning strikes Swift blades slice Cold wind bites Hundred nights
(Sound the horn and speak the creed) (Earthly ties have come undone) (Match the gods in strength and deed) (Songs of heroes unsung)
Fangs are met with brute force As shieldmaids and valkyries rush onto shore War monks behead as they go With Bishamon spearing demons in droves
Glory to those souls who vow to die fighting When the prophecies are not on their side Never yielding in the face of darkness Never casting off their worthy pride
To the fore, o lords of honor and chaos Axemen of the north, swordsmen of the east Fighting underneath the crumbling mountains In this hellish havoc, mankind makes its final stand
Lightning strikes Swift blades slice Cold wind bites Hundred nights
Might makes right Burn the blight Paradise Out of sight
