Rumbling thunder cracks the sky   And rain starts pouring down   Lightning strikes a cold bright light   Upon the blooddrenched ground      The sword play is hard   And many falls   Steel bites sharp in bflesh   And upon a mountain   Towering tall   Stands the messengers of death      Five horsemen in armour bright   Waiting in the flashing light   Looking down upon the field   Where Vikings fight with axe and shield      On stallions black as night   With eyes burning red   They ride with thunder to the fight   Deliverance of certain death      A warcry loud as hHeimdall'shorne   Echoes across the land   Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone   Friends of doom proudly stands      They ride faster than the wind   With lightning speed they strike   Black ravens follow where they've been   To feed from those died      With power they vield their swords   As they ride down fleeing men   Sending them to Hel's dark court   To never come back again      The warriors ride once more   To the mountain from which they came   Once sent by the Gods to war   And they never return in shame