Thy Wicked Odins Host
Horror storm in the darkest night, a dreadful wild hunt
Alive in death, at eternal battle and the steel with
blood refreshed
Clothed in hide of wolf and bear and ferocious war
garment
Swift haste ahead the tale far through the land
A pale full moon, dead runs
A warrior hangs at a tree
Spell take him back to life
As a beast of a horror dream
Odin's host called him welcome
Deadly pale and pitchless
No enemy should resist
Get wield the last thrust
Dull begins the ground to quake
Hoof beat come from afar near
Warrior steps heavy and powerful
Give to that a fierce time
Wolf claws, bear paws
Press on to hunt
The booty is grown
But turns to red
Before the day is come
The f..cking day is come
The steel sings bright and clear
The wisdom of the battle death from the war always And
from the ground
Now turns to red, Odin's host in wild hunt, Odin's host
in assault
Across the land irritable, the steel wait also in my
hand
