Aeons ago the legends tell we rode onward

Led astray by the northern chaos gods

Calm before the storm we came from the north..

Horses roamed in the open landscapes



The scald sang to their kings

Only he who battle wins

The scald sang to their kings

Let the battle be fought to be won



Tremble with fear for the banner of our kings

War now calls heed to the battle

Hear our swords clinging in the wind

Men cast from their saddles  horses roar and scream

Descendants of wrath and the kingdoms of fear...

The might we possess burn like fire

The will remain in our northern hearts...

More scalps to be won - an eye for an eye



Aeons ago the legends tell we rode onward

Led astray by the northern chaos gods

One by one by the northern tribe you fall

One by one..die by the strongest of them all

Still theres only greatness sunged to those who fell

Who battled strong to win these wars..

One by one we took your lives



Grey mist swirl across the meadows..

Where battles once ruled the steps

Where the ancient armours of bronce..

Are buried and corroded by time

Strong where those who won the war..

And the legends tell only of wrath

As brothers of the northern tribes..

They guarded the borders of chaos

We leave this Battlefields ground ...

Red where the rivers of blood

Unforgotten by the ones ...

Born of strenght and glory