The flicker of humanity long extinguished within them For our own power Men of the North, you stand at the precipice Your kings have failed you, so now you turn to the gods And yet you do not plead? You do not kneel to dust your heads with ash? Instead you wail, "Why have the gods forsaken us? But a few still roam our lands, offering their bloody work for coin To this day they shame us with their very existence The North bleeds Nigh is the Time of madness The flicker of humanity long extinguished within them For our own power The North bleeds And yet The flicker of humanity long extinguished within them I will kill you Unite Nigh is the Time of madness For our own power The North bleeds