I saw creation
Laws of the nature
I saw the world with pride


I saw the fire
Scorching flames of Muspell

I saw the darkest tide

I seek the wisdom

The nature of Yggdrasil
I sought and gave my eye


I saw the Vanir
Granted the twisted truth
I felt the world to die


Ride, Gods of war,
death to the Vanir


Swordsting and axe of blood
Dance with us now

Swordsong will roar to call

[Angerboda:]

"Wonders of my vision
We crave a bloodred mound
A thousand deaths to them all"


Brothers of vengance
The world is a wound

A wound that bleeds and burns

I saw my brothers

Fall of creators
All for what greed thus learns


Ride, Gods of war,
death to the Vanir


Weapons of wonders
Crafted by dwarves
Clouds break from the sky


Fall to your knees now
Bow before me now

Those who deny will die

Spit in this jar of wisdom

Those who swear alligiance
Brave or just ready to die


Thus was created
A scent of wits and poetry
Storyteller of the High


Ride, Gods of war,
death to the Vanir