When Darkness Falls

When darkness falls
Foggy night
The heathen's valley
The forest is filled with hate

Souls of the dead
Rising up
The Horde gathers
Ready for battle
Ride off
With hatred in his eyes
Bloody ashes
As proof of our victory

Then we gather
To celebrate victory
The cry of the ravens
Sets the mood

Our souls disappear…
The twilight fades
The night is almost over…
Soon we will gather again

(When Darkness Falls)