gathering the horde on a mountainside

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 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 ravens 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.