Abbath - Count The Dead

Grimshard Lord of northern Reach
Heed the dread Hel can teach.
Despair in halls of burning keep
Taste the tears kinfolk weep
See the twilight realm you rule
Land aflame, flesh our fuel.

Inspire men at arms, the brave who have not fled.
Lead ire on final charge, until no soul is left
To Count the Dead.

Greybeard swing your broken sword
In killing arcs' terminal stroke
Let battle-cry rip from throat
As lungs fill with acrid smoke
Swallow bile of livid fear
On which you choke so cavalier.

Inspire men at arms, the brave who have not fled.
Lead ire on final charge, until no soul is left
To Count the Dead.

Cataracts cloud your streaming eyes
Glory fades in dying light.
Banners bright drained of colour Grey in dusk of deadly night.

Old Lion maimed draw your knife
End your worthless life.
Kneel before the Raven Hordes
Of Ice, Fire and Strife.

Lord Warden where's your flock?
Sons lie slain at your feet.
Daughters shamed by reaver's cock
Your champions butchered meat.

Grimshard Lord of northern Reach
Heed the dread Hel can teach.
Despair in halls of burning keep
Taste the tears kinfolk weep
See the twilight realm you rule
Land aflame, flesh our fuel.
Upon the carcass of the world
Cenotaph for the scourged.

Inspire men at arms - the brave who have not fled
Lead ire on final charge - until no soul is left
To Count the Dead.