Triskelion Horde Is Nigh

Three horns, Triskelion!
 "Welcome moving mass of seasoned men
 That face rain and the wildest storms
 Stoically with the same commotion of
 squashing a pile of worms.
 We TRAVEL FOR miles. Miles, yards...
 Not a difference to us
 Upon our shoulders we carry this heavy fur
 Some may call us savages
 But wilder shall be their dread if we clash in battle"
 Set on a cloud of dust
 A line of warriors
 Cover the horizon
 They march scattered
 No order is required
 To wreak havoc upon the puny
 Tentative threats...
 Combined with the dimness of the pale sun
 Reddened hair and beard
 Undulates to the omnipresent seashore winds
 Serpenting like the bowels of their victims...
 No one can tell
 Which will be their destination
 No living being can tell
 The destruction they're able to unleash
 A rude strategy they apply to the battlefield
 The fundaments are basic
 To tame the flesh, rendering it apart
 Three horns!
 With pride they bear ornate shields
 Painted with an icon
 Three horns, a Triskelion!