The sun is gone
Black clouds choke the fading rays
Upon the Throne of Ageless Kings
In Futhark runes I carve my name
With the spirits of the ancient ways
I bathe in light
Submerged in an astral trance
Illuminated, flying over my land
The time is now
To take back what's mine again
I will rise to the utmost power
And lay waste to the ways of modern man
My steel pulses molten red
As my heart
I draw the blade from the fire
And hold the light to the North
I will rise to the utmost power and lay waste to the ways of modern man
I will return with honor and mastery
of the ancient art of torment
The Forest King and Nature's sovereignty