Iron Hand (The Thousand Years War)

A dark cloud descends on our domain

The storm of dread, the wielder of pain

Pounded by the iron rain up high

Now an onslaught of terror is nigh

A war has begun

The war must be won

Fortress so tall to oppress her

Lord of enforcement, aggressor

Founding a war that will run

For a thousand years to come

Born to rule with an iron hand

Waging fire throughout the land

Work the machine, blood, sweat and tears

This war will run for a thousand years

Baron ways bring barren lands

Feuding for power, blood on their hands

Overlords with ambition deranged

Ruthless rule, a kingdom up in flames