Feign disorder to bait our foes Rebel sons raze to seize control The jackal howls upon the frontline Our existence will be defined Armies of the North advance into our land Some retreat to the mountain for a helping hand We lie to the gods that we deserve our lives Those primed to engage know that gods deprive Chaotic glory for tactical deceit To encounter the snake, who doesn't know defeat We display weakness to entice our foes A final ambush, an empire to be overthrown Drums of battle sounding When the hounds of hell arrive Axes on helmets pounding No almighty to spare our lives Occupy the weary mind The unprepared will lose the fight In the heart of darkness, hostile ground The hands of gods will come unbound