Brave souls gathering under the northern light Preparing themselves for the ultimate fight
(Spoken with a grunt) “The demons of your dreams will come for real Forcing you to surrender and kneel”
Sacred’s the one who always at wake Offspring of the gods who walked through heaven and hell On the search for the light and the darkness will be bright And you’ll see what’s to come
(Spoken) The might of nagar The power of elements The immortality of the light With these powers he’ll lead the brave souls of the vikings Into a battle of fear raising their swords like titans
Burning with hate the fight begins With mortal souls the viking falls
Ode to him who fights With the ancient gods might The demons scatter into the night Suffering from the powers of the light Northern lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.