Into darkness thy spirit wanders
  Through the moonless sky
  Stream of blood in the frozen snow
  Howling wolves arrives
  Torches burning, in a thousand hands
  As I await the darkly sun
  Unto the ancient moon I fearing
  The darkness of all time
  
  AS I DIE!
  
  Without any fear I hold my sword
  The rain begins to fall
  Then a storm shall arise
  Falling from the sky
  Sended up a howling wind
  Across the burning sea
  Marching with pride an no one fears
  The storm begins to march
  
  Strong and brave so they stand
  Warriors on their horses
  A cry of war emerges
  Hear the steel of might
  Full of hate and agony
  Trough the rain they march
  Fighting for the landscape
  Fighting for their lifes
  
  A number of ancient warriors march forth from the darkness within
  The greatest screamings of anger arrives at the enemies life
  
  From the deepest land of hate
  Another soul to save
  The rain is slowly falling
  Gently caress my skin
  Riding on the horses
  Slaughter of the sons
  The enemies awaits the fight
  The fight for our god
  
  As I look on the sky
  I hear the ravens cry
  On the ground where I look
  The blood flows on the stone
  Shields and swords here them cry
  Arrows flows trough the sky
  Death is on the way we march
  The warriors ride once more
  
  Believe in faith and yourself
  The fight begins to change
  Wolves howling in the night
  The eyes are burning still
  The battle rages on and on
  The rain falls from the sky
  Take revenge for all the pain
  Granded by the Gods