Grimgotts - Turning the Tide

An army sails on

With the ocean at their feat

They bring war to my shores

They’ve one purpose

Claim our waters

Far to the north,

A great host without a fleet

With swords made of steel

They’ve one order

Slay our army

There’s an army north,

Marching hard across our lands,

They were born for battle,

They were bred for war

Fly into the sun,

We won't be slaves to evil men

Turning the tide,

We must ride,

Face the Dragonlords

The curse of the old king

He’s part man and part beast

But he will heed the call

Lift their famed curse

Take back the sea

For we will march to war

Meet our kinsmen on the beach

A red battle will unfold

Show no mercy

They’ve no honour

High up in the sky

Mighty dragons fly

Seeking glory in folklore

We must sail before the great storm

High up in the sky

Raging dragons fly

Seeking blood in a great war

We must sail before the great storm