There comes Loke, the treacherous Lusting for revenge He leads the legions of the dead Towards the Aesir's realm
They march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and bloody flags Rusty spears and blades
Cries ring out, loud and harsh From cracked and broken horns Long forgotten battle cries In strange and foreign tongues
Spear and sword clash rhythmically Against the broken shields they beat They bring their hate and anarchy Onto Vigrid's battlefield
There comes Loke, the treacherous He stands against the gods His army grim and ravenous Lusting for their blood
Nowhere is longer safe The earth moves under our feet The great world tree Yggdrasil Trembles to its roots
Sons of muspel gird the field Behind them Midgaard burns Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim And the Fenris wolf returns
Heimdal grips the Gjallarhorn He sounds that dreaded note Oden rides to quest the Norns But their web is torn The Aesir rides out to war With armor shining bright Followed by the Einherjer See valkyries rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
