Into darkness thy spirit wanders    Through the moonless sky    Stream of blood in the frozen snow    Howling wolves arrives    Torches burning, in a thousand hands    As i await the darkly sun    Unto the ancient moon I fearing    The darkness of all time       AS I DIE !       Without any fear I hold my sword    The rain begins to fall    Then a storm shall arise    Falling from the sky    Sended up a howling wind    Across the burning sea    Marching with pride and no one fears    The storm begins to march       Strong and brave so they stand    Warriors on their horses    A cry of war emerges    Hear the steel of might    Full of hate and agony    Through the rain they march    Fighting for the landscape    Fighting for their lifes       A number of ancient warriors march forth    from the darkness within    The greatest screamings of anger arrives at    the enemies life       From the deepest land of hate    Another soul to save    the rain is slowly falling    Gently caress my skin    Riding on the horses    Slaughter of the sons    The enemies awaits the fight    The fight for our god       As I look on the sky    I hear the ravens cry    On the ground where I look    The blood flows on the stone    shields and swords here them cry    Arrows flows through the sky    Death is on the way we march    The warriors ride once more       Believe in faith and yourself    The fight begins to chance    Wolves howling in the night    The eyes are burning still    The battle rages on and on    The rain falls from the sky    Take revenge for all the pain    Granded by the Gods