Gods of ancient twilight, glance the golden past
Let me enter your hidden gate, let me know I am the last
Rise nocturnal spirits, eternal gods of the north
Blow your wind upon my flesh, reach me your immortal force
I dance through the winter storms, all through a lifetime as man
Marching to the deepest fog, to bend down beneath your ancient hand
So engraved by battles for years, but more mighty than ever
With blood on my weapons I hunger, for more (I shall never give up the war)
I'll make this night my darkest intentions, walking towards your kingdom
Winter of the norse evil, I summon you to embrace and crown me
Rise nocturnal spirits, eternal gods of the north
Blow your wind upon my flesh, reach me your immortal force