A colde sable midwinter's nighte In the wake of the storme Loweringe clouds, a darksome skye Fiercest wyndes, thundere roars The huntinge wolves, an eerie sounde Oh the doom's drawing neare A deafening blare, sinister row Baneful signes, awe and feare
Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tongihte Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte
The Wilde Host is passing by Arm'd and wroth be the horde Undeade men, wolfe-warriors One-ey'd olde Man to the fore Some were burnt, some beheaded Some still are spear'd by the sworde Lo, beware, yielde their pathe Avoide their sighte or be wolf'd by their coarse
Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tongihte Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte
Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tongihte Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
