Vile, rotten, fear-striking, death-dealing hordes of fire Children of the blackened wastes approaching our shores As Surtr rises, ashes fly and whole tribes erased The light of the flaming sword will bring darkness to the north The great wolf watches, on the cliffs above Waiting for the one he is meant to see The sacrificial lamb has walked itself into the holy chamber And as the wolves feast, the great eagle shall scream In the name of thy father, in the name of thy lands As the colours fade, time withstands