Raventhrone

born of high and might lands of lore
a legion of riders from an ancient time
the rage of batle in their darkened eyes
together they will into glory ride
high above among the restless clouds
a raven sings its song into the night
lightning shines a beacon far ahead
announcing now the coming of the end
valleys now tremble
to the war cries miles away
in the glens the water freezes
as a cold hand brings dismay
a dark stone rises far into
the clouds way up high
and greeted by a thunderstorm