Down the slopes of death he rides   The eight hooves pound like drums   Darkness reigns the crumbling sky   Invasion has begun      Fields of flames greets his eye   He smells the fear and pain   Of dying men in agony   It can drive a man insane      All enemies flee his spear   No bow nor axe do harm   Allfather rides out on fields of fear   When Heimdal sounds the alarm      But on the field waits his fate   Foretold in ancient times   A beast with sharp yellow teeth   And hateful burning yes      Today he'll draw his final breath   The wisest God of all   His son will avenge his death   Iormundr's brother will fall      He knows now what is to come   No use to try and run   What is to be, let it be done!   What is to be, let it be done!      Today he'll draw his final breath   The wisest God of all   His son will avenge his death   Iormundr's brother will fall      Down the slopes of death he rides   The eight hooves pound like drums   Darkness reigns the crumbling sky   Invasion has begun      Down the slopes of death he rides   The eight hooves pound like drums   Darkness reigns the crumbling sky   No more is the su