When the crimson red skies

Bathes the horizon in a poisonous kiss

I kiss my hammer

I kiss my sword

My eyes gleam of infernal joy

In my dreams I saw them

They made me swear the oath

At the seventh of the seven mountains

The twenty first of december

The skies bathe the horizon in fire

I hold my sword before me and

I kneel before the blood on the stone

Greet me!!!

This moment was chosen at the birth

Of the Gods

A true son of Asgaard I am

My sign is the color of the night

And the blood that ran on my father's

Graves!!!

The oath is sworn the blood is given

Now I await you to pass me your forces