[Verse 1]
Gathering horde on mountainside
Awaiting morning bestial sunrise
Seven winds of hate breathe
In the chasm of the realm
In clouds above horizon
Throne of ice
Watching silently
With a warrior's eye

[Verse 2]
Wind of destruction fills our hearts with joy
Portals to war lay before us, fog in distance is all I see
Born of blackening sky of Blashyrkh
A raven's claws lifted towards the sky

[Outro]
Is a sign for these Norse hordes to ride
Sign for the Norse hordes to ride
Is the way for our enemies to die