Gathering the horde on a mountain side
Awaiting the mourning bestial sunrise
Diabolic winds of hate breathe
In the chasm of the realms
In clouds above horizon
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 claw lifted toward the sky
In a sign for the Norse hordes to ride
Sign for the Norse hordes to ride
To ride
For our enemies to die
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