Eternal strikes of thunder
 
 Sound from the sky
 
 The mountains all go under
 
 Broken from their sides
 
 That man has brought upon us
 
 Shall end on this time
 
 The fallen days for all sons
 
 None rule under the sky
 
  
  Armies of norsemen once marched here
 
 Under pale a Sun
 
 The grounds and forests shattered
 
 From warriors sound
 
 To rise again what once was
 
 Fought for under these skies
 
 To rise again what once was
 
 Honor and pride
  
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
  
 
 The mountainside rises under bleak a Sun
 
 Dead warriors rise from the battleground
 
 Under the sign of the darkness they woke
 
 All rise up and the spirits are one
 
 And till your death never give in
 
 The battle of all is soon to begin
 
 Defending the honor of blood till the end
 
 Gods don't reckon men
  
 
 But Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Blashyrkh my darkness and cold
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Under the cold wintermoon
  
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Blashyrkh my darkness and cold
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Under the cold wintermoon
  
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Into the darkness and cold
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Under the cold wintermoon
  
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Into the darkness and cold
 
 Blashyrkh my throne
 
 Blashyrkh the throne of the north