Haggard and scarred the aged warrior again dons his battered Byrne.
His bent and war weary frame straightens as with hallowed steel he is gird.
Where once stood a weak and tired, old man
Now stalwart hero has emerged.
He strides atop the barrow, steadied by spectral hands of fallen comrades.
Sword raised in fierce defiance, eyes burn with fiery glare
With face raised to the morning sun he calls his brethren home
The war cry rips and rends dawns still air
Echoes the mountains, echoes the forests, echoes the earth herself
Then falls silent, the old warrior holds his stance
Sword high to pierce the very heavens, he awaits the coming
Mother earth begins to shake
To long has the invincible Horde been divided
To long have many heroes wandered
'Tis the time for the honored, selfless guardians to assemble
'Tis the second coming of the Horde
Again the war cry rattles the mountains
Again the rally call is heard
Come home my wayward heroes.
Rally hither my honored friends.
Now old nemesis shall you again know terror
Scourges of mankind you have lost your reprieve
Pounding footfalls of converging heroes tremble the very earth
and sound your demise
Smitten down we shall strike back, prone on blooded earth
Mortally struck we shall curse you with dying breath
No quarter given, none asked...to the bitter end this time.
No longer a mere battle, this ends the war.
Comes the Horde
His bent and war weary frame straightens as with hallowed steel he is gird.
Where once stood a weak and tired, old man
Now stalwart hero has emerged.
He strides atop the barrow, steadied by spectral hands of fallen comrades.
Sword raised in fierce defiance, eyes burn with fiery glare
With face raised to the morning sun he calls his brethren home
The war cry rips and rends dawns still air
Echoes the mountains, echoes the forests, echoes the earth herself
Then falls silent, the old warrior holds his stance
Sword high to pierce the very heavens, he awaits the coming
Mother earth begins to shake
To long has the invincible Horde been divided
To long have many heroes wandered
'Tis the time for the honored, selfless guardians to assemble
'Tis the second coming of the Horde
Again the war cry rattles the mountains
Again the rally call is heard
Come home my wayward heroes.
Rally hither my honored friends.
Now old nemesis shall you again know terror
Scourges of mankind you have lost your reprieve
Pounding footfalls of converging heroes tremble the very earth
and sound your demise
Smitten down we shall strike back, prone on blooded earth
Mortally struck we shall curse you with dying breath
No quarter given, none asked...to the bitter end this time.
No longer a mere battle, this ends the war.
Comes the Horde
