Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night the winds of death on your skin See the fly, flaming in the sky Hear the screams of men, they die We this battle with might and fearless hearts came and we fulfilled our prophecy So now we shall march back towards our With heads up high and glimmering eyes we returned with glory Silence now falls upon this blood red Vultures feasting the flesh of dead bodies This is a great moment for all of us but it's time to head back home victorious