The Northern wind brings snow and ice
Humans starve and freeze
The
Death is drawing near
I know it's true but I have
They came riding down the slopes
Five fearless men prepared to
My days are numbered: soon I have to leave
The Horns
A storm rolls in from the sea
Covering the land with
Yeahrrgh!!!
Blood red bows plough the waves
The dragon heads
All is lost and foreign kings
Rule the northern realms
Hammerfest, the
They came riding at first light
Fifty men armed to the
Men will fight and men will die
Wars will be lost
Thunder rolls across the plains
Thor rides in pouring rain
My pale face face glows in the light of fire
My
Bastards of a lying breed
You've ruled us for too long
Truth
Making way through blades and spears
We attack at dawn
The glory
Midgard's cold and hatred reigns
Hunger and disease
Fenris is set free
Raise your swords up high
See the black birds fly