Bloodaxe As Creation Wept
Guided by northern lights
Master of ancestral rights
Buried within the lies
Ragnarock begins its ride
As creation wept
Laughter filled the skies
Slaughtered by the need
Severed for the feast
Served with blood and wine
The end complete
As creation wept
Laughter filled the skies
Faded violets bleed
In porcelain dreams
Nine seasons thunder
Beyond northern lights