Lyrics: Ivar Bjørnson 1992  The ravens are flying, the One Eyed  watches  Into the fog, shadows appear  Memories from the First Empire,  covered with gold  Runes scratched in, scratched 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  Lightning and Thunder commands from  the First  Eternal storms, an evil monsoon  A wall of darkness  The Voice is calling, the circle is  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 up 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  Music: Ivar Bjørnson 1992/-94