Down the slopes of death he rides
The eight hooves pound like drums
Darkness reigns the crumbling sky

Invasion has begun

Fields of flames greets his eye

He smells the fear and pain
Of dying men in agony
It can drive a man insane


All enemies flee his spear
No bow nor axe do harm

Allfather rides out on fields of fear
When Heimdal sounds the alarm


But on the field waits his fate
Foretold in ancient times
A beast with sharp yellow teeth

And hateful burning yes

Today he'll draw his final breath

The wisest God of all
His son will avenge his death
Iormundr's brother will fall


He knows now what is to come
No use to try and run

What is to be, let it be done!
What is to be, let it be done!


Today he'll draw his final breath
The wisest God of all
His son will avenge his death

Iormundr's brother will fall

Down the slopes of death he rides

The eight hooves pound like drums
Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
Invasion has begun


Down the slopes of death he rides
The eight hooves pound like drums

Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
No more is the sun