Thunder rolls across the plains
Thor rides in pouring rain
Raise your swords up high
See the black birds fly
The wait is soon at end
Always charge never bend
Morning is
I stroke the blade with my hand
the sharp edge cuts
See them gathered on the plains now
See an army strong
Standing firm against all odds
guarding the most sacred home
we protect
[featuring Apocalyptica]
The pack of wolves
Are closing in
Now, hear the ho
I'm out of breath
And all my muscles ache
It feels like
We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in
There comes Lopt, the treacherous
Lusting for revenge
He leads the legions
I feel a chill in my heart
Like lingering winter cold
I
The blade I swing
Is black as night
Black as my soulless
The warming sun returns again
And melts away the snow
The sea
There is Fenris' grim
His jaws are open wide
The serpent rises
Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and
Miklagaard has been our home
For twenty years or more
We've lent
The enemy has come for you
Hear the pounding thunder hooves
There's
The last head falls to the ground
No one is left
Finally the storm arrives
Our wait is at an end
Dar tog en nordlig vind
Skeppet, sa att kungen
Ombord fordes med
Till
The blade I swing is black as night
black as my
The pack of wolves
Are closing in
Now, hear the howling beasts
They
