Storm Centre - Wolfheart

When the chaos and confusion take a breath

All there is to hear is silence

Ferocity and cruelty has come to cease

In a heartbeat ends all violence

Eye of the storm, ease inside of a disarray

For a blink of an eye discipline in disorder

Storm of swords, the gale of war

Soon unleashed upon us all

The breath of air transforming into a hurricane

A taste of dirt and bloody soil

The winds are returning

With a force immense and colossal

With haste we charge towards our fall

Despair, demise we leave behind

No honour in victory in this godless play of war

No disgrace in defeat, no dignity in death that awaits us all

Assault on all four fronts, surrounded

Growing weak and frail

Defense broken, enemy lines torn apart

Triumph by strength and gravest hearts

With haste we charge towards our fall

Despair, demise we leave behind

No honour in victory in this godless play of war

No disgrace in defeat, no dignity in death that awaits us all