Under Norve's starfilled sky
In a forest so deep and wide
Eight hooves are thundering
By the mountains darkest side
In the shadows two grey shapes
Hungry stalking their prey
A long time has passed
Since they went away
This is the call for a great man's return
Longing for the old age, let this world burn
I yearn for retribution, I want fields stained red
Odin show us that you're not dead
Northern king... return
Follow the path we make, longer for every day
Warlord... return
Your eyes in the sky will show you the way
Northern king... return
We will be waiting, thousands and thousands of men
Warlord... return
Together we will drink, fight, die and live again
Under Norve's starfilled sky
In a heathen forest deep and wide
Sleipner calm is standing
With Odin by his side
By his feet two wolves are lying
Feeding and resting in the night
A long time will pass
Until bloodred snow becomes white
