Back to the war

From under the river i can hear your cries
Regrets for all the lies they ever told us.  
Your pain brings back all my memories
Of the pain and the rage
Its time we come out of our cage  
It time to conquer their truth
Now is the time  
The time when we don our warpaint
And face the running screams of the barbarians
Like the scots of old now is our time to scream to the old gods for strength
A strength not seen in our days but we are not of this time.  
We belong to the old wars and the old days
Days the meek could not hope to survive