We have sent riders ahead To warn of our coming And those who have not yet bled Will join us or die We will have our revenge For the wounds we have suffered And when the battle begins You must look in our eyes
Untie the prisoners Have someone dress the wounds Then take them to my chambers All traces of your house will be destroyed You'll answer to the names Its stricken from its throne To prove this two methods will be employed None will survive No mercy will be shown
There are tears in the cities to the south They have foreseen their own doom Which we seek to bring about Hordes of men gather unto me Sail the sea of spears over waves of enemies
