The cold winter wind overcomes my blackened soul
As I walk through the eternal woods
Crushed on the endless battle fields
Blood of the warrior frozen in the permafrost
Across the north waters steel in hand
To revel in the blood of my enemies -
Breathes joy into my heart
The Northern Hordes
Riders on the wind of pain
Come to take your life
When they come to take my life
A grim fate they will see
Sons of Odin the face of death
Prepared to die to ride the wind of
Valhalla
Ravished by the heathen scourge
Those unwary of our might had been smote with a deadly blow
Those who oppose us cast asunder
The cathedra of Christ defiled with blood and tear
Through frost bitten valleys
Atop the highest mountain peak
The northern hordes march with swords raised
The Northern Hordes
Riders on the wind of pain
Theyve come to take your life
When they come to take my life
A grim fate they will see
Prepared to die to ride the wind of
Valhalla