Rise the banner up high I stand in the eye of the storm The heathens marching to war Heart of the night roars The battle of the damned Cold as ice I summon the demons of a world beyond As the followers of light follows the stream so bright I walk my own ground Alone I stand in the rime of tide My heart is black And runs with veins of possession My madness is a fact As the shores of Scandinavium Are coloured red by defend of our tribe Wings of ravens in the high Death by a sight, about the warriors in tide My heart is cold Cold as ice I summon the demons of a world beyond As the followers of light follows the stream so bright I walk my own ground Alone I stand Stand in the rime of tide My heart is black When we are marching to the end Man to man, brothers rise your swords with me again With triumph in our hands One and all we stood by our land One on one we fought til the bitter end Together we walk in the halls up north! As the shores of Scandinavium Are coloured red by defend of our tribe Wings of ravens in the high Death by a sight, about the warrior in a time My madness is a fact My heart is black Alone I stand in the tide