The world is waiting, anticipating tragedy
Cynical spirits, try to spell our legacy

We'll trample the dead with ten legions of men
Only the true will survive
There'll be no retreat, all false souls we'll defeat
Our call to honour won't die

Beware!

Sign of the storm! Our time's at hand!
Blood on your sword (All Hail!)
Sign of the storm, the siege begins, victory is now
You've got blood on your hands!

Crowds of fools watching
For a flicker of weakness in our eyes
But oh how they'll crumble
When they hear our battle cry

Do be afraid!

The warriors now gather, from all corners of the world
One mission unites them, we now invoke the gods of war!

After the slaughter, we gaze upon the bloodsoaked field
No pity or sorrow, the choice they made was all too real

The world is watching, now to mourne this tragedy
The cynical spirts once again begin their scheme

Forever we will fight together
Brother hold your torches high
Warriors of Albion!


Lyrics submitted by traveler in stygian

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