Throne of Bones

The enemy is closing
We feel the march of the dark
Earth beneath us tremble
We see their fires from afar

And hear the silence
Absence of sound
They leave behind
Oblivion is the outcome
When chaos rules the fire

Followers of the corrupted cause
Disciples of the war
Primordial authority
Obedience unbreakable

This dawn we will draw the line
Against the bringer of the carnage
Northern hordes align

Reshaping the horizon
Field of view transforms
Sea of spears rises
From the skyline at the dawn

Ruler of non-existence
A throne made of bones
Kingdom of draconian darkness
A crown made of thorns