Before the walls come curmbling Down around our feet; Before the empires fall And Hell enslaves the free; Before our time runs out The spells must soon be cast; We'll raise the banners high And storm the gates at last. Tonight we fight. The Norns decide our fate. Fight well in Hell! Open the Gates! This night the Gates of Hell Come crashing to the ground. The sword Excalibur Was lost but now is found. Arthurs does rise again, The Dragons Lord of old. Just like the Bards have said In all the tales they told. Tonight we fight. The Norns decide our fate. Fight well in Hell! Open the Gates!