Sign of the Storm

The world is waiting

Anticipating tragedy

Cynical spirits

Try to spell our legacy

We'll trample the dead with ten legions of men

Only the true will survive

There'll be no retreat

All false souls we'll defeat

Our call to honour won't die

Beware

Sign of the storm

Our time's at hand

Blood on your sword

All hail

Sign of the storm

The siege begins

Victory is now

You've got blood on your hands

Crowds of fools watching

For a flicker of weakness in our eyes

But oh how they'll crumble

When they hear our battle cry

Do be afraid

The warriors now gather

From all corners of the world

One mission unites them

We now invoke the gods of war

After the slaughter

We gaze upon the bloodsoaked field

No pity or sorrow

The choice they made was all too real

The world is watching

Now to mourne this tragedy

The cynical spirts once again begin their scheme

Forever we will fight together

Brother hold your torches high

Warriors of albion