Dragonland

Early morning with a scent of death in the air
The first ray of light breaks free upon the hills
We all gaze upon the distant plains
To see a dark line filling the horizon
The hordes will charge down on us like a thunder storm
We will be heavily outnumbered
Oh, bewildered horizon
The ground will be drenched in red
All nature dies out
The horns sound for the battle to begin
As bodies clash together and steel ploughs through flesh
Salutations to the end with death we dance
We fight for our lives like a whirlwind
The elves with arrows that covers the sky
With flails and axes the dwarfs shout their battlecries
But it seems that we don't stand a chance