We were few but fierce a force to be known a band of brothers from all tales told. We walked the earth over ash and through snow to victor the glory we so longed to behold.
And great battles marked our passing, Spectors of those who stood their ground. Many a men and great heroes alike burned in the tide of our wake.
Invoking the lore of long-lost elders commanding fealty across the land. raising our fists to the ancient skies for our banners - our victory
and the skies they opened widely to herald our tempest forth That the stars liven brightly to the calling of our command.
Stay your sword my brother, We have come to take what;s ours. No walls no steel shall bar our path. Ours is the walk of gods.
Warriors had fallen and took reigns to the sky. Summoning forth to times end we shall ride