The stars are dimming, the calendar crac

The stars are dimming, the calendar cracks We’re watching the horizon, we’re never looking back The Titans of Chaos, we’re sharpened and cold Waiting for the Doomsday, just as we were told. The throne of the ashes is calling our name We’re hungry for the glory, we’re ready for the flame We’ve paid for our passage in iron and sweat And the rewards of the end are a glorious bet. Oh, Muddover, rise! With the heart of a god You’ve paved every mile that our army has trod Invincible spirit, the sharpest of minds Leading us through what the history binds. You’ve got our backs when the darkness descends You’re the storm in the desert that never ends With a shield made of thunder and a will made of lead We’ll follow you down where the cowards have fled! And watch for the shadow, the one with the grace Brit walks the line with a smile on her face A diplomat’s tongue that can slice through a wall She’ll negotiate peace, or she’ll dismantle them all. Whatever the deadlock, whatever the cage She’s writing the terms on a burning red page Fair as the sunrise, and cool as the deep She’s stealing the victory while the enemies sleep. We are the legion, the jagged, the wild The sons of the ruin, the chaos-reconciled Hand on the hilt, looking straight into Hell Bound by the blood and the sound of the bell. We don’t need a promise, we don’t need a light We are the wolves in the heart of the night! Oh, Muddover, rise! With the heart of a god You’ve paved every mile that our army has trod Invincible spirit, the sharpest of minds Leading us through what the history binds. You’ve got our backs when the darkness descends You’re the storm in the desert that never ends With a shield made of thunder and a will made of lead We’ll follow you down where the cowards have fled! The Doomsday is coming, the prize is in sight Brit finds the doorway, and we hold the night. Muddover commands, and the legion obeys We’ll burn through the stars in a glorious blaze! To glory! To victory! To the end!