When that horn sounds. Then you'll know, nothing can stop what's coming. Not frost nor snow. The spitting rage of a rogue. You'll give up the ghost. To the empty fist of this hammerhand
Let it sound in the deep, one last time. And they will know fear
When that horn sounds. Then you'll know, nothing can stop what's coming. Not frost nor snow. The spitting rage of a rogue. You'll give up the ghost. To the empty fist of this hammerhand
Let it sound, one last time
Frozen in place. Die on my feet. I may be the first, but I won't be the last. Breaking like water on rock. All that is given is the fury of this hammerhand.