In Hundred Days they Sailed

Towards Grandious Battles far Away

With Swords of Coldest Black Steel

Bitter at Heart and with Eager to Kill



Awaiting Blackheim's Last Command

To Strike at Distant Enemyland

They Set their Course by the Northern Stars

A Voyage on the Desolate Darkblue Seas



A Land Appeared ­n the Horizon Far

They Reached the Shores Colder than their Own

A Whiteout Wasteland unknown to Time

And Nature Arts of Mother Earth



Raise Your Sword by the Sentinel's Battlehorde

Raise Your Sword for Blackheim the Ravenlord



All the Way from the Highest North

They Came to Conquer the Southern Seas

To Spill the Blood of their Enemies

To Set their Lands in Ruins



The Ravenlord