When the grimson red skies Baths the horizon in a poisonous kiss I kiss my hammer I kiss my sword My eyes glear of infernal joy In my dreams I saw them They made me swear the oath At the seventh of the seven mountains The twenty first of december The skies bath the horizon in fire I hold my sword before me and I Kneel before the blood on the stone greet me! This moment was chosen at the birth of the gods A true son of aasgard I am My sign is the color of the night And the blood that ran on my fathers graves! The oath is sworn the blood is given Now I await you to pass me your forces