Militia of the dragon

Warrior arrive of the north
Gold armors shining
Old swords in the hands

Pursuing, destroying, killing
Legions coming of the hell
They sold it's souls
They live eternity

Five damned generals,
Five militias of the dragons

As starving vultures
Looking for meat death
They walk like this
Women, children and old
No body will be saved
They march confident
To the sound of the trumpets