A king shall rise a king shall fall. Raise the banners, sound the call. Upon this day, and on this field, let no man live, and no man yield. For in this moment, on this dawn, Where battle lines have long been drawn. With the Wolfborn at my side, to victory or death we now shall ride Part the armour, part the skin Find the beating heart within Take your blades and push them in A price in blood is paid for their false king And at a word of my command, forward horse and soldier ran Killed all before them, every one. Each husband and each mothers son. Sword and spear on armour rang, as iron whirled and axes sang The tithe of death will soon be paid by he who hath his kin betrayed. Our swords cut through his ranks of men Brought down and down and down again And almost reached his standard then In our unending rage But there upon a hilltop stood A man untouched by sword or blood Armed with just a staff of wood My brother's battle mage Then with his staff held to the sky There issued forth a dreadful cry And he looked me in the eye And tore the air apart My soldiers could no further ride For every horse lay down and died The very sun would be denied And down and down we fell There, up from all around us rose, An eerie and corrupted glow And we had nowhere left to go But down and down to hell Part the land and part the sky Cast my army down to die To bind and cut and crucify The price in blood we paid was just too high