Sign of the Storm - Twisted Tower Dire

The world is waiting, anticipating tragedy

Cynical spirits, try to spell our legacy

We’ll trample the dead with ten legions of men

Only the true will survive

There’ll be no retreat, all false souls we’ll defeat

Our call to honour won’t die

Beware!

Sign of the storm!

Our time’s at hand!

Blood on your sword (All Hail!)

Sign of the storm, the siege begins, victory is now

You’ve got blood on your hands!

Crowds of fools watching

For a flicker of weakness in our eyes

But oh how they’ll crumble

When they hear our battle cry

Do be afraid!

The warriors now gather, from all corners of the world

One mission unites them, we now invoke the gods of war!

After the slaughter, we gaze upon the bloodsoaked field

No pity or sorrow, the choice they made was all too real

The world is watching, now to mourne this tragedy

The cynical spirts once again begin their scheme

Forever we will fight together

Brother hold your torches high

Warriors of Albion!