See this form of darkness
and search its endless feast
Floating through this storm

immortal histories

Cold and destructive

Wisdom which hailed from the north
crushing all good
With a touch of bare skin

Spread total fear through them hordes

As chaos strikes

and weakness dies

Armed in iron weapons

Die to reach the sky
Brave men into battle
Allfather, greet me in your hall


A creation
All it will rise again

Warriors strive for vengeance
Ancient shapes of creation