Into darkness thy spirit wanders   Through the moonless sky   Howling wolves arrives   As I await the darkly sun   Torches burning, in a thousand hands   Stream of blood in the frozen snow   Unto the ancient moon I fearing   The darkness of all time         AS I DIE!   Without any fear I hold my sword   Falling from the sky   The rain begins to fall   Then a storm shall arise   Sended up a howling wind   Across the burning sea   Marching with pride an no one fears      Strong and brave so they stand   The storm begins to march   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   The rain is slowly falling   Gently caress my skin   Another soul to save   Riding on the horses   The enemies awaits the fight   Slaughter of the sons   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 eyes are burning still   Wolves howling in the night   The fight begins to change   The battle rages on and on   The rain falls from the sky   Take revenge for all the pain   Granded by the Gods