Under the light of the pale seasonal sun, cruel lands of 
snow where the legends freeze
In the northern sky the stars whisper
The song of the arcing moon, the winter twilight is upon 
us
In the eerie ghastly gloom of the merciless midwinter 
moon
Magic of the runes prophets the forth-coming doom
The signs and omens, now bright as mirages
On the eve of war, the fiery sky blossoms in inferno
Blood of the sun, lamentations of earth, open up in a 
song, hymn of the One
Chaos supreme, the master of times present and past
Summer of flame came, violent storms of magic rage
Flood and plague, death and destruction, a new age
The millenium of fire
Like a river now runs the blood, like a stream is the 
bleeding
Covering the berry twigs, hiding all the heathers