I saw creation Laws of the nature I saw the world with pride I saw the fire Scorching flames of muspell I saw the darkest tide I seek the wisdom The nature of yggdrasil I sought and gave my eye I saw the vanir Granted the twisted truth I felt the world to die
Ride, gods of war, Death to the vanir
Swordsting and axe of blood Dance with us now Swordsong will roar to call Angerboda: "wonders of my vision We crave a bloodred mound A thousand deaths to them all" Brothers of vengance The world is a wound A wound that bleeds and burns I saw my brothers Fall of creators All for what greed thus learns
Ride, gods of war, Death to the vanir
Weapons of wonders Crafted by dwarves Clouds break from the sky Fall to your knees now Bow before me now Those who deny will die Spit in this jar of wisdom Those who swear alligiance Brave or just ready to die Thus was created A scent of wits and poetry Storyteller of the high