War Of Kings - Europe

A promise on the edge of madness

A Northern mourns the world of men

Gonna drive them into exile

Or never let them breathe again

On that night, under the raging Northern sky

The seeds of legend lie

Slaughtered almost to a man

The War of Kings began

In a land thrown into darkness

An army would arise

The heathens died laughing

At the king’s men, heads borne high

On that night, under the raging Northern sky

The seeds of legend lie

Slaughtered almost to a man

The War of Kings began

On that night, under the raging Northern sky

The seeds of legend lie

Slaughtered almost to a man

The War of Kings began

The War of Kings began

The War of Kings began