Gathering the horde on a mountain-side 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's 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 Blashyrkh A raven's 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