From the western realm they marched   Through thunder, storm and rain   On a mission to quell the snakes.      King Haakon:   -You will search every hole   And turn every stick and stone.   Bring them out to light.      The hooves were pounding over the northland   While the battle cries rise high,   Shaking up the distant skies.   The reaper had them close at hand   Not losing them out of sight   From early morning until the night.      From the southern realm they marched   To gaze into their eyes   Illuminate all the lies      King Menved:   -No mercy will be shown   To stop their reckless minds   Burn them out and make them blind      King Haakon:   -Pace onward you boldest of men   Our time will come when we reach the end   We will descend      King Menved:   -In the mist of the twilight tonight   When the sky is clear and the stars shine bright   Their land we'll smite.