Immortal 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 ravens 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.