Mortal heart invites despair Like creeping in a dragon’s lair Goblins shall inherit the Cold silent eternity With this spell so viciously roused Rise from bog and briar One horned beast slaughtered For magic in the marrow Echo through bloody hallows Flee the solace of shadows Be the wind that carries the leaves To bury the woes of innocence Goblinfolk to arms! Dread the waking dawn! Higher higher burning fire making music like a choir Conquest so infernally spun Tyrant of the dawn Innocence of man’s conceit Fans the flames ‘neath rotting meat Perfect void, uncorrupted by light stain the earth, with mortal blood spilled by the HORN, TOOTH, TUSK, TALON Goblinfolk to arms Dread the waking dawn Higher higher burning fire making music like a choir Conquest so infernally spun Tyrant of the dawn