I saw creation

Laws of the nature

I saw the world with pride



I saw the fire

Scorching flames of Muspell

I saw the darkest tide



I seek the wisdom

The nature of Yggdrasil

I sought and gave my eye



I saw the Vanir

Granted the twisted truth

I felt the world to die



Ride, Gods of war,

death to the Vanir



Swordsting and axe of blood

Dance with us now

Swordsong will roar to call



[Angerboda:]

"Wonders of my vision

We crave a bloodred mound

A thousand deaths to them all"



Brothers of vengance

The world is a wound

A wound that bleeds and burns



I saw my brothers

Fall of creators

All for what greed thus learns



Ride, Gods of war,

death to the Vanir



Weapons of wonders

Crafted by dwarves

Clouds break from the sky



Fall to your knees now

Bow before me now

Those who deny will die



Spit in this jar of wisdom

Those who swear alligiance

Brave or just ready to die



Thus was created

A scent of wits and poetry

Storyteller of the High



Ride, Gods of war,

death to the Vanir