With the cold northern wind we travel We're on a journey of a lifetime And we'll fight many battles on our way We'll trample the bodies of the dead as we travel We'll go on 'til the day we die And reach our destination The golden gates of Valhalla! A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown A tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud heathen hearts At first they came wearing their most innocent masques Telling vikings vague stories about a nazarene whelp While keeping their swords drawn behind their backs Storms of Asgard Engulf the unfaithful Storms of Asgard Reclaim your throne They spread their odious thorns all over northern soil Some unfaithful sheeps swore allegiance to them But some rather died Their craving and megalomania became too much Raping northern soil before pagan eyes spawned hate There where great battles but the outcome were not The pagan's volcanic wrath is still alive in our hearts And the white veil which still covers us Will be torn apart Storms of Asgard Engulf the unfaithful Storms of Asgard Reclaim your throne