Can't you see what you have wrought here?. Bloody battles will be fought here. . May the mountains rise against you. May the forests block your path. May your axes chip and shatter.
Taken away from under the boughs. Far from the sheltering glens. Imprisoned by wizards to sing for a serpent. In the guise of a man. . They come with teeth and tusks and talons.
Cast out from the lands of their births. Banished from hearth and home. All brothers must swear the oath. Forsaking all they've ever known. . Those who choose to take the black.
She waits sits astride. Mountains tall and wide. Serpent of earth writhes. Between glacial things. . Holy nectar Flowing from celestial teat. Lips of blood and fire gorging on the sacred feast.
Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra. Your foes lying dead at your feet. Look to the sky for a good star to guide you. And pray that the morning you'll meet.
Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River. Summoned by the beating of drums. Our number is few and our errand is dire. We do what must be done. . At the bidding of the high priest.
Iron Swan. The Sword. Iron ships on seas of blood. Black winds fill their silver sails. Iron swan rises high above. in crimson twilight through the earthly veil.
A Sword of fire and an axe of cold. Vision of the sibyl has fortold. Armies gather on the battle-plain. All will fall and earth will die in flame. . Here on the Battle-Plain.
We've crossed the burning wastelands. Sought out forgotten tombs. Within this shattered planet. Beneath a broken moon. We live amongst the ruins. Where cities once did rise.
Forged by the crow-mage from shards of darkness. Honed by the half-breed to vorpal sharpness. . Behold!. The bastards blade.... . Bane of the demon lord.