A Sign For The Norse Hordes To Ride

Gathering the horde on a mountainside.
Awaiting the morning bestial sunrise.
Diabolic seven winds of hate.
Breathe in the chasm of the realms.
In clouds above horizon grey.
A throne of ice.

Watching silently with a warrior eye.
Winds of destruction fills our hearts.
With joy portals to war lay before us.
Fog in the distance is all I see.
Born of the blackening sky of Blashyrkh.
A raven's claws lifted towards the sky.
Is a sign for the norse hordes to ride.
A sign for the norse hordes to ride.
Is the way for our enemies to die.