To our land

The Shadow comes

Not with Fire

Nor with drums

Yet in the land

Of wisest Sage

The Shadow roars

And spreads its rage

Ever onwards,

Shadow crawl

Ever louder,

The battle call

At the heart

Of all the land

Berzerkers fought

And made their stand

Many fell

From sides of each

But victory

Lay far from reach

Ever onwards,

Shadow crawl

Ever louder,

The battle call

In the Shadow

Berzerkers wait

Tortured ever,

Denied the gate

But the land

Still tells their story

In its tears

Of Death and Glory