from woods of nights nocturn

prepare the land to burn

carried on winds of war

uprising hordes

pilgrimage force

praise the unlord

until the dawn



decapitate their god

summon their wives to rot

children are slaves of hell

uprising hordes

rising for war

pilgrimage force

until the dawn



as we arrive, we leave no stone unturned

and the smoke reaches high

king ilves, countless heads roll

they're destined to die



from our hair dris the blood

carve our swords in bones

sitting proud and rest

and take only the best