I am Uldin, commander of the North wing
And the yellow pelted wolf pack of Altai
We have left behind the Xiong Nu and their High King
Now the Aesir ride under the Western Sky

One day Attila shall be halting by the Danube
Upon my order linger there and not go forth
But the children of the Raven has to push through
We are going home to Thule in the North

I bring with me, the secrets and the whispers
Thе head of Mimer, blood cult and magic runes
I bring thе poetry and songs of ancient Scythia
We sing of wolves and horses by the moon

We abandoned the Crow river grasslands
Azgaria is bound to fade away
Our Kroraina withers in enemy hands
But our destiny and future begins today