Trumpets Of Doom

Hear the call for war; let the trumpets of doom sound

Choose your weapon, march towards the battleground

Majestic hordes of boundless fury

Striving for survival and prosperity

Walking tall with pride and weapon in hand

Among the enemy bodies on the ground

Sound the trumpets of doom

Never fall, never surrender

No compassion shall be given

Nor shall any sympathy be displayed

Hold the heart of those succumbed by might

Wreak havoc within the soul and mind of the enemies

Chaos and fury, blooded ground and screams in the air

This cold night has claimed the life of countless men

Trample the earth, crushing the opposition with no pity

Tedious opponent lacking both courage and spirit

Hear the call for war; let the trumpets of doom sound

Choose your weapon, march towards the battleground

Never fall, never surrender

No compassion shall be given

Nor shall any sympathy be displayed

Hold the heart of those succumbed by might

Wreak havoc within the soul and mind of the enemies

Sound the trumpets of doom