Warriors of Frostbitten Plains

from grim and frostbitten plains we ride out into the the night the true warriors of winter we're always ready to fight at the sound of the horn we'll ready our weapons demonstrating our strength upon the fields at dawn crushing our enemies upon the desolate fields leaving only behind the bloodstained snow with the swing of our axes and the strike of our swords we continue to fight on until the battle is done the cold has made us hard fearsome and yet strong prevailing power and might through the toughest of times no battle has yet been lost for we have become strong with winter's winds at our backs we only become stronger