I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths Bent spears as far as the eye can see A thousand bodies all dead and cold My forest army now lies in hibernation
Then she sang a dark tune of hate She promised gifts, souls for food To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight A rune etched, one never before seen
Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color A force that swells in flesh and marrow A tongue of ill omen and black stains Now heard are screams of thousands in pain
Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage Black as thunderheads and forest bogs Feathers sprouting where skin once was Til the end of time they proclaim their worries
So did the shredder lost his brother in war They flew to the edge of the world By a forgotten and sinister magic The charred spirit felt no remorse
Now falls the master of black skies The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war