See this form of darkness   and search its endless feast   Floating through this storm   immortal histories      Cold and destructive   Wisdom which hailed from the north   crushing all good   With a touch of bare skin   Spread total fear through them hordes      As chaos strikes   and weakness dies      Armed in iron weapons   Die to reach the sky   Brave men into battle   Allfather, greet me in your hall      A creation   All it will rise again   Warriors strive for vengeance   Ancient shapes of creation