There comes Lopt, the treacherous   Lusting for revenge   He leads the legions of the dead   Towards the Aesir's realm      They march in full battle dress   With faces grim and pale   Tattered banners and bloody flags   Rusty spears and blades      Cries ring out, loud and harsh   From cracked and broken horns   Long forgotten battle cries   In strange and foreign tongues      Spear and sword clash rhythmically   Against the broken shields they beat   They bring their hate and anarchy   Onto Vigrid's battlefield      There comes Lopt, the treacherous   He stands against the gods   His army grim and ravenous   Lusting for their blood      Nowhere is longer safe   The earth moves under our feet   The great world tree Yggorasil   Trembles to its roots      Sons of muspel gird the field   Behind them Midgaard burns   Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim   And the Fenris wolf returns      Heimdal grips the Giallarhorn   He sounds that dreaded note   Oden rides to quest the Norns   But their web is torn   The Aesir rides out to war   With armor shining bright   Followed by the Einherjer   See valkyries ride      Nowhere is longer safe   The earth moves under our feet   The great world tree Yggorasil   Trembles to its roots      Sons of muspel gird the field   Behind them Midgaard burns   Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim   And the Fenris wolf returns