Black skies, ignite   The powder smoke is hidden now by the menacing night   Gray ghosts and empty boasts   The spirits inside cloud, and those without are coming for you      It's time to die as the legion rides   Bringing the damned to hell in their wake, laughter breaks   Savage war cries haunt me   You most fear what you never, ever see      The smoke conceals the strike best left unseen!      The mountain secrets left untold to us soldiers   Forbidden knowledge snuffed out in last moments of life   I can see the hatchet, it's falling and falling towards me   Rifle report in the wilderness      You don't know what you seek   Feel the life drain slowly   You shall vacate these lands   You will die by our hands      Say your prayers      Chieftains a'shoutin'   Rocking chair to the rocking grounds, oh my   Smoke in the mountains   Put a finger to the eye up in the sky!      Smoke on the mount, signal sky   On the hilltop, savage cry