1. THE LAST CROSSING

From the depts of the wood, come the devils hounds
Eyes that watch in the night, sent to cut you down

Riders fall from their steeds, spear and arrow fly
Running mad through the trees, they scream their battle cries

Cross the Rhine, into our sacred lands
Legions fall, by the deceivers hand

Fall on your sword, for you cannot return
Your head alone, will make the journey home