A Sign For The Norse Hordes To Ride

Gathering the horde on a mountain side
Awaiting the mourning bestial sunrise

Diabolic winds of hate breathe
In the chasm of the realms

In clouds above horizon
A throne of ice
watching silently
With a warrior's eye

Winds of destruction fills our hearts with joy
Portals to war lay before us

Fog in the distance is all I see
Born of the blackening sky of Blashyrkh

A raven's claw lifted toward the sky
In a sign for the Norse hordes to ride

Sign for the Norse hordes to ride
To ride
For our enemies to die