A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall In its shadow, rival kingdoms battle for the spoils of war Let us hear a humble soldier's thoughts Straight out the pages of the past a tale throughout the ages lasts Longer than a battalion slain like a thousand blades of grass From bounteous bays to mountain ranges, it's too late alas You're out of range about to break no mount or blade could rein it back A fatal trap, an axe stuck in a stranger's back No hesitating hazarding a guess endangers Satan's wrack You're praying for the day that you could say you're safe at last But first you must remain tenacious and face a sustained attack Your encampment cannot stay intact, it'll be razed and stacked By wave after wave after wave of faces masked That invade in packs plagues of rats after table scraps 'Til the only fact you know for sure is that this fable slaps The state of battle incubates all manner of shameful acts But in its absence civilised society just may collapse It could happen in a few decades or just today perhaps And it won't wait to ask what you make of that just stating facts A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall Before a dozen lords, a hundred banners and a thousand swords Heed another humble soldier's thoughts I'm the bringer of the force, another slinger of the swords If we out here talking factions i rep kingdom of the Nords This is my town, if i catch a Khergit they get torched I'm the real wolf around here ain't no worth in bringing yours I clearly break my enemies, no fear of taking friends from me I ain't got no time for that, i'm here to shape my destiny So if you try and stop me then the light is what you'll never see I'll have to gift your head to king Ragnar as a centerpiece We real ravens not the people to feel safe with Deal hatred but we put work in to build greatness Strength is got us an infantry, real dangerous Archers giving us bodies we will paint with This is what it came to, i'm medieval as they make you I'm the piece of puzzle that you need to fit to play through Surrender ain't an option there ain't anything we can't do So meet me on the front line before you meet the angels A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall Still they hold the fort in hope the dust settles just as before Stirring another humble soldier's thoughts One of the first moors Torch the city walls With a curved sword All praises do swore my first born Born for the war Let the herd swarm Kill them all Let the blood soak the ground 'til the earth's warm Shook them to the Earth's core Before they saw the horses They heard the roar Blood on the lips of a herbivore Calling for their lord In a language you never heard before No soul will reach heaven's doors Our orders are burn them all Furthermore, cut their head off, never let the serpent crawl Furnaces light the night sky, igniting the urban sprawl Church and school Herb and jewels Curtain closed Curtain all Sword stab Sword slash Horizontal vertical No motion is wasted all formation is purposeful Death comes for all of us but you going to see her first of all And there's fates worse than her, i know you heard before And once you're dead you'll see the worst of all A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall Without foundations nations crumble to rubbled walls Til all that's left are echoes of a soldier's thoughts