Under Norve's starfilled sky  In a forest so deep and wide  Eight hooves are thundering  By the mountains darkest side  In the shadows two grey shapes  Hungry stalking their prey  A long time has passed  Since they went away    This is the call for a great man's return  Longing for the old age, let this world burn  I yearn for retribution, I want fields stained red  Odin show us that you're not dead    Northern king... return  Follow the path we make, longer for every day  Warlord... return  Your eyes in the sky will show you the way  Northern king... return  We will be waiting, thousands and thousands of men  Warlord... return  Together we will drink, fight, die and live again    Under Norve's starfilled sky  In a heathen forest deep and wide  Sleipner calm is standing  With Odin by his side  By his feet two wolves are lying  Feeding and resting in the night  A long time will pass  Until bloodred snow becomes white