| The sword of thunder and lightning is on the rise
|
| From the north the gods of wrath descend
|
| The storm of war nearing, black in its sign
|
| Now vengeance shall enter again, feared by mortals
|
| Our yearning steel strong hands
|
| Thundering hooves strike above dying men
|
| Down the black valleys aride through the haze
|
| From the mountains, hear battle and death
|
| Affronting all for the absolute rule
|
| Let the battle of evil be won
|
| So shall we triumph to rule above men
|
| From the valleys are soon to be born
|
| A thunderous march, tempest of old
|
| Clangor of swords from the once vengeful ones
|
| The doom of all men is decided from the book of end
|
| Soon ridden down and trampled
|
| Into the dim I ride, I know the dark upon me
|
| Into the dim I ride, the gods of wrath above me
|
| As I into battle ride
|
| The might lives on and the horde of revenge
|
| From the north they sound throughout the sky
|
| Unending fire blast in their eyes
|
| Rising swords on the battlefield held high
|
| Warriors ride on the winds to avenge
|
| Tried by steel to be gods among men
|
| Soon the bleak skies will all blacken again
|
| Shout for victory shall never end |