gathering horde on mountainside awaiting morning bestial sunrise seven winds of hate breathe in the chasm of the realm in clouds above horizon throne of ice watching silently with a warrior s eye wind of destruction fills our hearts with joy portals to war lay before us fog in distance is all i see born of blackening sky of blashyrkh a raven s claws lifted towards the sky is a sign for these norse hordes to ride sign for the norse hordes to ride is the way for our enemies to die