Under Norve's starfilled sky

In a forest so deep and wide

Eight hooves are thundering

By the mountains darkest side

In the shadows two grey shapes

Hungry stalking their prey

A long time has passed

Since they went away



This is the call for a great man's return

Longing for the old age, let this world burn

I yearn for retribution, I want fields stained red

Odin show us that you're not dead



Northern king... return

Follow the path we make, longer for every day

Warlord... return

Your eyes in the sky will show you the way

Northern king... return

We will be waiting, thousands and thousands of men

Warlord... return

Together we will drink, fight, die and live again



Under Norve's starfilled sky

In a heathen forest deep and wide

Sleipner calm is standing

With Odin by his side

By his feet two wolves are lying

Feeding and resting in the night

A long time will pass

Until bloodred snow becomes white