Enslaved Svarte Vidder
(Black Mountain Plateaus) The ravens are flying, the one eyed watches Into the fog, shadows appear Memories from the first empire covered with gold Runes scratched in, scratches in by hatred The hordes of the one eyed are riding once again Hammer crushes cross Inverted by the unbound Dark clouds gather, the light retreats Burned landscape, where it earlier bloomed Battle fields for the first A black empire, eternal winter Frozen fields, eternal cold Lightening and thunder commands from the first Eternal storms, an evil monsoon A wall of darkness The voice is calling, the circle completed The age of wolves Hunger and despair Mother earth Expect your death Warriors are gathered through the dream Re-conquering the old norse throne Under new flags With the swords held high The ravens are flying, the one eyed watches Into the fog, shadows appear Falling icons in a holy war Black mountain plateaus the battle is won The age of wolves Hunger and despair Mother earth Expect your death
