Waiting for the final war, weaved by the norns The battle to be inherited The runes dictated to the gods the winds of the doom For blood and steel as one The war of the nine worlds for the gods of old Will change mankind's fate With swords serving to our blood in the name of thor We'll prove our strength
In valhalla the warriors will arise and make the final strike Against all who oppose In the cold winter battlefields, odin will stand and kill And gungnir will prevail In the name of the aesir with pride we will fight As in power we'll delight This war now will be decided and always will be write Till the roots of yggdrasil
