With the blackstorms I came, as a thousand  Black clouds stromed against the pale sky  Upon the mountainside I stand, as a black  Sunset rises over a funeral sky  At the top of the black mountain I stand  With the wind whipping my face  Beholding my unholy black kingdom    My blackened legions marching towards my enemies  And with the funeral winds caressing the landscape  No light shall ever shine upon these lands of mine    I will ride the lands in pride  As the skies goes from dark to black  With the blackstorms I came  And with the blackstorms I will forever walk    As a norse warrior I ride  The dark valleys of evil  As a norse warrior I crush  My enemies the ones of god  It is said that death rides on black wings  Through dark northern valleys  And what is said is true  'cause death......is I