Paragon

Running across the hot plain
Reaching the mountains of black
Hearing the cries of pain
In fear of a coming attack
Weapons that we take are from the dead
As they rot in the dawn
A battle behind and a battle ahead
The calm before the storm
Ambush attack
Legions of black
Suddenly they're everywhere
Raising the swords
And wielding the axe
Show them the meaning of fear