Battle Imperium
The horned horde hugged the hillside
Their eyes silver cold like ghosts soul stole
Not a witches brew nor a wizards spell
Could this coming chaos and catastrophe repel
Not elf stones nor an enchanted dwarf sword
Could stop this demonic horde.
Caged cold in a chilliad of dungeons old
Breathing brimstone banished before
Olden souls banished ready for slaughter
Roused for this very day and moment
A day of reckoning blood and slaughter
Behind they leave a nuclear winter
Death and destruction is their mantra
Earths inhabitants must suffer
For their day has come
The scales must be balanced
And up across the brook, the mighty
The brave, the renown, the warriors
The white army, quakes
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