(Black Mountain Plateaus)    The ravens are flying, the one eyed watches  Into the fog, shadows appear  Memories from the first empire covered with gold  Runes scratched in, scratches in by hatred  The hordes of the one eyed are riding once again  Hammer crushes cross  Inverted by the unbound  Dark clouds gather, the light retreats    Burned landscape, where it earlier bloomed  Battle fields for the first  A black empire, eternal winter  Frozen fields, eternal cold  Lightening and thunder commands from the first  Eternal storms, an evil monsoon  A wall of darkness  The voice is calling, the circle completed    The age of wolves  Hunger and despair  Mother earth  Expect your death    Warriors are gathered through the dream  Re-conquering the old norse throne  Under new flags  With the swords held high  The ravens are flying, the one eyed watches  Into the fog, shadows appear  Falling icons in a holy war  Black mountain plateaus the battle is won    The age of wolves  Hunger and despair  Mother earth  Expect your death