It came from the skies Iron of the Flaming Star Remade in a time of sorrow To cast the grief
I shall ablaze the skies As I lay down my wrath Upon your worthless lives Pawns of the Gold-Worm
I wield the iron Reforged for blood I am not riding alone Death is by my side Black is the sword For your filthy kin Black is your last sight Before you die
I wield the iron There is nothing to lose Thirst of my sword Drives me forth I wield the curse Of death and tears Ill is my fate Until the end
It hungers glory Hunt down the Golden It yearns dragon's blood Drink from its heart
It is prophesied There will be a battle Before the world's end When the fallen heroes Shall rise and breathe again From the last dying light And the Great Enemy Faces the Iron of Death
