Gathering the horde on a mountain-side

Awaiting the morning bestial sunrise

Diabolic seven winds of hate

Breathe in the chasm of the realms

In clouds above horizon grey

A throne of ice

Watching silently with a warrior's eye



Winds of destruction fills our hearts

With joy portals to war lay before us

Fog in the distance is all I see

Born of the blackening sky of Blashyrkh

A raven's claws lifted towards the sky

Is a sign for the Norse hordes to ride

A sign for the Norse hordes to ride

Is the way for our enemies to die