High, this domain up above the soil

On the top of mountains, where Mother Earth pierces the clouds

Between valleys and crests, and across desertic vastness

Through barren plains and fields, onward to the path to a sacred land 



Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night

Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might

Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night

Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan 



Ice, this domain overhangs the land

Upon the tops of forests, majestic woods and without end

Amidst the expanses of meadows and arid landscapes

The winter will prevail and dominate by its shroud of frost 



Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night

Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might

Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night

Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan 



He is the one who knows it all

A strong man dressed in a robe of ice

A burning soul for an idol blessed

He is the one to rule the land and judge the fools

He is the guardian of the sacred mountain, the Wise 



By the power of the ancient words

He owns the magic to strike

Glorious protector of the pagan pride

Bow down before your patriarch tonight