Imperial Cavalry. Advance Ride Them Down Down in to the fray Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose Warriors, stand ready. Sound the clarion Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire Here we stand upon the Field of Blood Though this day we may die, Our legend shall live forever Down in to the fray Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose Warriors, stand ready. Sound the clarion Minions of Chaos, minions of Chaos Rend their flesh, crush their bones, devour their souls Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming Meet them with cold steel a'cleaving Fall only when our hearts cease beating Men of Hyperborea Ride them down, ride them down, ride them down Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming Meet them with cold steel a'cleaving Fall only when our hearts cease beating Men of Hyperborea By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword, I call forth the fury of the storm to rend the massed legions of Chaos Fly, my winged sentinel of the night Deliver unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power That I may at last be free once more 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die! Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming Meet them with cold steel a'cleaving Fall only when our hearts cease beating Men of Hyperborea For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!