Entering the sacred world of might. To where the stormy kingdoms home. Here naked winds blow cold and free. All black and dead on frozen ground. . Pass the gate to Blashyrkh worlds.
The rising moon so bleak and old. Its darkened grin poisons my soul. Mist pledges the darkness. I ride this night - lustful with pride. . The lurking mist appears out here.
Black fire burns the horizon. Ravens fly high in the sky. A breeze lifts the fog from the ice. The winter predicts our fall. . The last tide of honor now rises.
A passage in the sky. Its sights so monumental. Tower the mountain range. Pointing towards the Nordlight. Its realm hearts the kings. In the shivering frost.
Gather attack while death march in the sky. Ride through the heavens with power. The hammer of battle pound hard from above. All doomed and damned in death's hour.
Through the storm of storm the Aurora lights. In her swirling skies a wrathlike ice. Born to ride the cold, winds of the North. Cometh to freeze the grounds.
Storming the borders of chaos. For the cause of a battle once strong. . Faster than the wind we rode. To where our blackened hordes dawned. . Armed in the fires of combat.