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 Blashyrk

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.