Upon dead trees black birds sing
Like a choir of ghosts with solemn oaths
Their tragic song which echos on
Through pillars of ice, through frozen halls
A ballad destined in time to fade
Like the remnants of heroes slain

Days of blood soaked earth lay waste
To rest forever in shallow graves
In desolate cold, remains men's flight
Untouched by suns' warming light
Despondent pasts of war and woe
Are hidden now beneath fallen snow

Now what's left here buried and still
No longer by will
Rest the hearts of men of death these mortal men knew
A consequence brought forth by their own hands
Against each other they fought
Together they died sealed by fate
Their legend is made only to be forgotten by time

There before the rising sun
In twilight ravens wings are drawn
Thought sent out to horizons edge
Memories of the words of men

-"With dusk brings the end of day, while the last fragments
of light remain
Silhouettes disappear in growing night
No sight nor sound of two birds flight"

While he sits alone with closed eye
Lucid dreams fill his mind
Evening falls on golden halls
It's time to wing their way home
Ravens whispers now have ceased
With it silenced beating wings
With no return from horizons edge
All is lost of the words of men

Wretched beast in chain
One league beneath the earth
Forged of elements strange
The treachery seen in his fate
From age's and aeons passed
With dreams of devouring the sun
He eagerly awaits the blood of the chieftain enthroned

Dawn of the end
From Dark earthen depths
Chains no longer hold he who imprisoned the beast
Through furious eyes
Battlefields marked by death
Through fog nemesis found
Bones crack beneath mighty jaws

"Behold my father! By foul demon demon slain!
By the steel of my blade vengeance will be made!"

I am the peaks and crags,
Carved by wind and rain

I am the sword and shield
Battlefields of yore

I am your final breath,
I am your mortal death

I am the end begun,
I am the setting sun

Far and away, three maidens weave the tapestry of fate
Four winds in autumn blaze approaching desolation
Darker days
Witness winter's scorn into nothingness
I am reborn
Distant fires burn and you will surely hear of my return

Take from the earth, black swans foretold my rebirth
Hammer tempers fire
Arise strange from the well

Brothers will fight and kill each other
Cousins will destroy kinship
It is hard on the world
Much whoredom

An axe age,
A sword age, shields are split
A wind age
A wolf age, before the world falls
No man will spare another

Loud blows Heimdall. the horn is aloft
In fear quake all who in Hell-roads are

Yggdrasil shakes and shiver on high
The ancient limbs and the giant is loose
To the head of Mim does Odin give heed
But the kinsman of Surt shall slay him soon.

Swords stained with blood, spears splintered from war
From glorious battle, our heroes return
Swords chipped from bone, shields cracked and worn
A victory with them bring, so our heroes sing:

Hailsa! My friend, war is at end! We'll drink wine to our glory.
Hey! Let us drink till we die!

Hailsa! My brother, sit by my side.
We'll drink ale by the fire
Hey! Let us drink till we die!