Utgard Black Sun
True north
where cold winds blow
and darkness falls
standing great and everlasting
waves foamed to shores
undisturbed till the day
our country was sold
Dreams of old, dreams of cold
halls of ice, where the souls of kings
stir in their slumber
sharpen the blades of retribution
and ride with gods
Ferocious storm of winter
harness the spirit of war
be the wrath, be the scythe
wheel of sun turns,
call the restore the glory
be the spear of destiny
Sons of northstar
daughters of ice
fight for lands and blood
Fight For Lands And Blood!!!
