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