Armed with steel, and wrapped in armor
Our leaders were all riding steeds
Into the emptiness, we began to march
Roughly crossing into the vile Deadlands
Defense of the empire was our charge
Where in the midst of the chaos and din
There was a spirit of madness within
Like a snake crawling through the valley
Accompanied by our kindred and allies
We moved forward through the land
Preparing for battle that lay ahead
We were the living soon to be dead
Our banners lifted high into the breeze
Announcing our presence to the enemy
We entered formation, then were deployed
And now in the battle, bodies would clash
We refused to lose this epic fight
We pledged our lives from first to the last
The end left each army destroyed
