The Eagle landed on the granite shore

Clad in iron, hungering for war

They brought their laws, they brought their chains

To bind the mist, to shackle the rains.

But the forest breathes, the heather watches

We are the shadows in the mountain notches...

THEY WILL NOT LEAVE!

Build your wall of stone and fear

To keep the civilized away from here

But stone will crack and empires rust

We grind the Legions into dust!

PAINTED! In the blood of the weak!

UNBROKEN! By the tongue you speak!

WE ARE THE STORM! That drowns the sun!

THE NORTH! THE GHOSTS! The war is won!

No armor plates, just skin of blue

We pierce the shield, we break it through

A thousand eyes inside the fog

We drag the Centurion into the bog.

The Ninth marched North, into the grey...

And silence is all that remains today.

You call us beasts...

You call us savages...

But while you worship gold...

We worship the earth that swallows you whole.

PAINTED! In the blood of the weak!

UNBROKEN! By the tongue you speak!

WE ARE THE STORM! That drowns the sun!

THE NORTH! THE GHOSTS! The war is won!

Look to the North... and tremble.

Look to the North... and die.