Rise the banner up high
 I stand in the eye of the storm
 The heathens marching to war
 Heart of the night roars
 The battle of the damned

 Cold as ice
 I summon the demons of a world beyond
 As the followers of light follows the stream so bright
 I walk my own ground
 Alone I stand in the rime of tide
 My heart is black
 And runs with veins of possession
 My madness is a fact

 As the shores of Scandinavium
 Are coloured red by defend of our tribe
 Wings of ravens in the high
 Death by a sight, about the warriors in tide

 My heart is cold
 Cold as ice
 I summon the demons of a world beyond
 As the followers of light follows the stream so bright
 I walk my own ground
 Alone I stand
 Stand in the rime of tide
 My heart is black

 When we are marching to the end
 Man to man, brothers rise your swords with me again
 With triumph in our hands
 One and all we stood by our land
 One on one we fought til the bitter end
 Together we walk in the halls up north!

 As the shores of Scandinavium
 Are coloured red by defend of our tribe
 Wings of ravens in the high
 Death by a sight, about the warrior in a time
 My madness is a fact
 My heart is black
 Alone I stand in the tide