Imposing Hammers Of Cold Sorcery

The war is upon us, prepare to retaliate
No match for their powers, we seek help from the citadel
Perched high in the serrated peaks, the cruel mountains of 
the mystic ones Divine secrets of endless knowledge
Mystifying power

Few have tried and all have failed, blind seekers of a 
fallacy
Damned to eternal hell, thrown from the cliffs to the 
spears of icе below Paralyzed in agony, searching for thе 
answer

Ascend towards the summit, the sorceress of unending woe
The winds howl, the rocks crumble, taking shelter beneath 
our shields
The ground trembles, the path gives way, grasping at the 
roots of trees above

Divine terrace of precious stone, lurking just beneath the 
clouds
Twin figures carved from ice, the guardians of the realm
Octagon of golden hues, a gateway to nowhere, a shrine of 
endless solitude

At the center the ice cracks, the effigies now arise. 
Ancient giants reawakened, swinging imposing hammers of 
cold sorcery

The others they did not fall, they were thrown to the 
spikes below
Ignite our weapons with blazing fire
Feel the hate of burning steel

Strike them down with unhinged fury
Shattered and thrown to die

In a moment of endless silence, a bridge appears of violet 
fog
Through the mist we see the fortress, refracting light of 
its crystal walls
As we approach a door now opens, summoned to its brooding 
shadow
Sitting on a throne of jade, the enchantress of the skies

Warriors of Secartha, first to dethrone the guards
I am Neera of the Guild Of Sage
These secrets I will reveal
See the chaos rise within my magic mirror
Behold the Lunar Dawn
They've come to kill
Slaughter
Control the mystic realm
Leeching every resource until the wells run dry
You'll fight through immense, desolate, valleys of fire
The spires of Secartha shall not fall
The allegiance is formed, we'll fight back as one
With unrelenting force our foes shall die