In the shadows of the mountains
Where the icy winds blow cold
The darkness reigns eternal
And the spirits of the dead unfold
With the fires of hell burning bright
Our souls are consumed by the night
We raise our swords to the sky
And scream out our battle cry
The moon shines down upon us
As we march into the fray
The blood of our enemies will flow
As we fight for glory and decay
With the fires of hell burning bright
Our souls are consumed by the night
We raise our swords to the sky
And scream out our battle cry
The power of darkness surrounds us
As we summon the demons of old
Their spirits fill us with strength
As we crush our foes in the fold
In the end, only the strong survive
And we stand victorious once again
Our hearts filled with the flames of hate
As we triumph over mortal men