Through the mist, they are coming
Wearing skins from great bears
People fear they are running
And to face them no one dares

Under cover of the night
They attack to burn and slaughter
Only death, what they desire
And in red they turn the water

Like shadows in the dark
They move spreading fear
People screaming in despair
'Cause their time to die is near

From the east they are coming
A group of heroes and their fame
They will fight, proud for glory
For this savage tribe to tame

The only way to stop this tribe
Prophet said to kill their head
They must go and find their cave
And to face them till the end