Oathstone from Frozen Hordes by WarTroll

Greenskin tribes prepare for war!
Goblin, Troll, Snotling, Orc!
From the mountains at world’s edge
To claim every Dwarven head!
Endless numbers, countless hordes
A forest of spears, a sea of swords…
The Dwarves prepare their strongholds
Seal the tunnels, close the doors!

One by one the Holds all fall
No songs of yore are sung in Hall
No mines are delved, no masons build
No runes are carved on blade or hilt…

The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!

Spears and swords pierce my body!
An axe crushes my skull!
Arrows rip through my armor!
Soon I’ll be food for crows…
Our last stand on the Oathstone!
We bleed for ancient Gods!
Not one step taken backwards!
Lock shields! Prepare for charge!

The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!

They know they are the last, there will be no more sons
Should they break their lines, the fall of all they love
The Gods look down upon them, all they can do is weep
Their flesh and souls devoured by Trolls and creatures from the deep
Warriors form a ring, surrounding their great Thane
Singing songs of hearth and home, death, glory, and fate!
Memories of the mountains, proud, tall, and strong
Lost to the Ages, the last kingdom falls…



Walls are breached and gates are crushed
Flesh is hewn and gored on tusks
The shieldwall breaks to hulking foes
Trolls of River, Hill and Stone
Dwarven lines now no more
A feast for the Gods: Mischief and War!
The final guardians lay slain
Defiant to the last, the Thane remains

He grips his axe, he locks his shield
He will never submit, surrender or yield
He hears the call of his Fathers on high
He charges in with his final warcry!

The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!

Spears and swords pierce my body!
An axe crushes my skull!
Arrows rip through my armor!
Soon I’ll be food for crows…
Our last stand on the Oathstone!
We bleed for ancient Gods!
Not one step taken backwards!
Lock shields! Prepare for charge!

The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!

Watching as he falls, the Queen and her young son
Fleeing through secret tunnels, their people on the run
The last vision they see, the death of a Thane
Ripped apart and eaten as he cries out their names
Ancient Halls are plundered, defiled ancestral hoards
Effigies of carrion dung, tormented flesh of Lords
The mountains are aflame, and made of broken bones
The end of elder days, Blood on the Oathstone…

• Metal
• blackened folk metal
• death folk
• epic folk metal
• fantasy
• folk metal
• California