'll become From the son of Bolthorn, Bestla's father I mastered mighty songs nine And a drink I had from the strongest mead Got out from? thraerir Valdr galga
A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown A tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud
With the cold northern wind we travel We're on a journey of a lifetime And we'll fight many battles on our way We'll trample the bodies of the dead
I'll become From the son of Bolthorn, Bestla's father I mastered mighty songs nine And a drink I had from the strongest mead Got out from? thraerir Valdr galga
Screams in the night woke the whole village up Their cattle is getting attacked The fences are broken and blood everywhere Horses are lying there slack
foreign shores Axemaster and berserker without remorse Warrior... The might and courage he possesed Are in treason times qualities opressed Firever... Underworld dweller Arise and tyrannize Thyrfing
I would wake warriors great Summon warriors of the oak High as a pine in the forest Summon those who sleep Wake those beneath the grass Buried deep under
Under Norve's starfilled sky In a forest so deep and wide Eight hooves are thundering By the mountains darkest side In the shadows two grey shapes Hungry
Distrust rules in Asgards heart Farbautes son is spinning his web With laughter, lies and malicous acts Infecting our divine paradise But we can not
? ver nordm? ns stormande grav Klagar den en? gdes blick P? himlen Tor ilsken rasar Under korset slav ? skgudens fader, V? ssa ditt spjut H? j baneklingan
here and sit on my knee! In the great sky tonight you will see Up there I'll show you the mighty starsign The shape of Thyrfing trapped in time That
In the dawn of time, when Ymer lived There was no sand, nor sea or waves There was no earth, there was no heaven An endless abyss, gasping like a wolf
