As we enter the valley called Iðunn, in cities of old
We hear echoes of glories unfold
And the endless plains of white, snow covered land of the sky
Country of the northwestern eye
But the sun has gone dark now
And the winds of frost blow black
Nordania your soul taken aback
To the north, from far, past the western eye
Where the ice mountains, kiss a crystal sky
We the Gethron born wayfarers ride
To the kingdom of light
In the halls of Frigg Palace, the wintry air runs cold and still
For King Váli has been taken ill
The crown prince stands alone now
To lead all the Nordane kin
Against the storm now waiting to begin
To the north, from far, past the western eye
Where the ice mountains, kiss a crystal sky
We the Gethron born wayfarers ride
To the kingdom of light
Fearful are these times we live in
As the Dark Star poisons the air
But we must never waiver, or give in to despair!
To the north, from far, past the western eye
Where the ice mountains, kiss a crystal sky
We the Gethron born wayfarers ride
To the kingdom of light
And the king now gone in his madness calls
But with three voices, shaking chamber walls
A name never heard, now claims these halls
Erebona's night falls