Riding On horses back To the throat of the world There! I will find The words of ancient past Battle The old one says Clear the skies of devastation Its time To end his wrath He must die by my blade "And the scrolls have foretold Of black wings in the cold That when brothers wage war Come unfurled" "Fools! Treacherous ones! Your hopes all wither I am Your doom My children will arise I have returned This world is mine Your pride will be humbled Those who Do not bow Will be devoured" A swing from my sword The beast is no more