(Black Mountain Plateaus)



The ravens are flying, the one eyed watches

Into the fog, shadows appear

Memories from the first empire covered with gold

Runes scratched in, scratches in by hatred

The hordes of the one eyed are riding once again

Hammer crushes cross

Inverted by the unbound

Dark clouds gather, the light retreats



Burned landscape, where it earlier bloomed

Battle fields for the first

A black empire, eternal winter

Frozen fields, eternal cold

Lightening and thunder commands from the first

Eternal storms, an evil monsoon

A wall of darkness

The voice is calling, the circle completed



The age of wolves

Hunger and despair

Mother earth

Expect your death



Warriors are gathered through the dream

Re-conquering the old norse throne

Under new flags

With the swords held high

The ravens are flying, the one eyed watches

Into the fog, shadows appear

Falling icons in a holy war

Black mountain plateaus the battle is won



The age of wolves

Hunger and despair

Mother earth

Expect your death