from the mists of the mountains a deafening call bellows down over the plains on a host of battle worn ears it will fall pushing out through the thunder and rain these men of the north they have suffered too long the anger it swells in their veins of the spirited roars of lost warriors songs distant echoes are all that remain and my voice is my violence clear the sky s frozen tears and no more we ll be silent with this sovngarde song in our ears and we stand tall sons of the snow we will not fall under these blows for our hearts they are hardy our spirits are strong and our voices are lifted into this sovngarde song conquer the anger and ravenous rage make it a part of your power pummeling down let your bloodlust engage under your force they will cower feeling the fury so pure and so bright breaking the bonds of surrender under the moons for our home we will fight and we will die to defend her  and my voice is my violence clear the sky s frozen tears and no more we ll be silent with this sovngarde song in our ears and we stand tall sons of the snow we will not fall under these blows for our hearts they are hardy our spirits are strong and our voices are lifted into this sovngarde song sovngarde song sovngarde song these perilous peaks on the rim of the sky i move in the midst of the clouds drifting by at the top of the world on a white doomful day men of wisdom will show me the way and we stand tall sons of the snow we will not fall under these blows for our hearts they are hardy our spirits are strong and our voices are lifted into this sovngarde song oh brun ul drem brun ul drem sovngarde song oh brun ul drem brun ul drem oh brun ul drem brun ul drem oh sovngarde song