Storming waves
Whip the quiet shores
The morning hardly rises upon the abyss
Lacerated by the cold northern breeze
The horizon reveals a threat
Shadows from the depth
Two ravens twirl in the skies
They announce: the gate is open wide
Vassels loaded with death
Glide across the sea
Aboard blades they shine and glacial breath
Of hundreds men without fear
Death is certain and will be filled with glory
Death is certain and they shall know no fear
They approach the shore
And brandish their weaponry - closer and closer
Conscious that their death is certain
And will be filled with glory
Forged in iron and blood
Hordes from the north
Tonight is the night and many of them
Will feast with their gods
No prayer can save you christians
Your worst nightmare become flesh
Now darkness falls in heaven
Certainly your end won't be fast
Demon is here
Blood is everywhere
Slaughter of the priests
Warriors of death
Creatures spawns of hell
With swords and axes to kill
Wolves of destruction
Fury of the earth
Burn the altars of god
Torture and despair
Enter the realm of chaos
Crush the trinity
Death is certain and will be filled with glory
Death is certain and they shall know no fear