In Hundred Days they Sailed  Towards Grandious Battles far Away  With Swords of Coldest Black Steel  Bitter at Heart and with Eager to Kill    Awaiting Blackheim's Last Command  To Strike at Distant Enemyland  They Set their Course by the Northern Stars  A Voyage on the Desolate Darkblue Seas    A Land Appeared ín the Horizon Far  They Reached the Shores Colder than their Own  A Whiteout Wasteland unknown to Time  And Nature Arts of Mother Earth    Raise Your Sword by the Sentinel's Battlehorde  Raise Your Sword for Blackheim the Ravenlord    All the Way from the Highest North  They Came to Conquer the Southern Seas  To Spill the Blood of their Enemies  To Set their Lands in Ruins    The Ravenlord