Far up in the northern lands
A band of warriors seeking their fame
What began as a quest for gold
Now in the end death was foretold
Master of Death them controls
Now holds the key to all of their souls
Ancient darkness now awake from slumber
Heroes of old fought with courage so bold
Behold the rune of the dead
Prepare to die die die
Rising from their graves was their fate
Rune of the dead kept them from valhallas gate
By the will of the Draugr king
Rune of the dead of no heroes shall sing
Heroes calling to bestow
The power of the gods
True of heart with arrow axe and spear
A divine voice from a hero so young
Behold the rune of the dead
Prepare to die die die
Rising from their graves was their fate
Rune of the dead kept them from valhallas gate
By the will of the Draugr king
Rune of the dead of no heroes shall sing
Run run like the wind death is here
The draugs are on the chase leave none alive
They do not fall to mortal wounds
True of heart they now stand
Call upon the gods
Rising from their graves was their fate
Rune of the dead kept them from valhallas gate
By the will of the Draugr king
Rune of the dead of no heroes shall sing
Now you die