Из альбома: Sons of Muspell
Godess of fate for your answer I have come
Of the war I’m aware but this battle must be won
When hordes of giants mass to pound the wall
Tell me what to do to keep us all from fall
When sons of muspell rides through mirkwood
In battlecloth as death herself disguised in hood
Then what good shall come of your foolish deed
Doomed all aesir for your own unchained need
Words of a traitor, a path in his prediction
Deeds of a traitor, Hels will were done
Seed of the traitor, monstrous beasts unchained
Prophecy of oden through their death we will win
Prophecy of Oden, Fall of his world
In the well of wisdom the future was unveiled
There I saw my sons in deaths cold embrace
Thor by poison, Tyr by the wolf
And I am to be avanged by Vidar the strong
Ill go forth, side by side
Our heavy march shakes the earth
Strong and fierce dressed for battle
March of the doomed this our last war