Immortal
A Sign For The Norse Hordes To Ride

Gathering the horde on a mountainside
Awaiting the morning bestial sunrise
Diabolic seven winds of hate
Breathe ni the chasm of the realms
In clouds above horizon grey
A throne of ice
Watching silently with a warriors eye

Winds of destruction fills our hearts with joy
Portals to war lay before us
Fog in the distance is all I see
Born of the blackening sky of Blashyrk
A ravens claws lifted towards the sky

Is a sign for the norse hordes to ride
A sign for the norse hordes to ride
Is the way for our enemies to die