The Winter Solstice
Is drawing near
We call to Odin
And cast the runes
Prepare for battle
Feasting on their fears
No place at Valhall
When they disappear
He descendes...
Iron man of ancient legend
Guided by the One-Eyed Man
In the glare of the midnight fires
My hordes commence their attack
In the land of our fallen fathers
I split their skulls with my axe
Spilling blood in the cold Midvinter
Ice crystals red with blood
Stain my boots as I walk among the dead
In the cold Midvinter