Eternal strikes of thunder sound from the sky
The mountains all go under, broken from their sides
That man has brought upon us, shall end on this time
The fallen days for all sons, none rule under the sky
Armies of Norsemen marched here under pale a sun
The grounds and forests shattered from warriors sound
To rise again what once was fought for under these skies
To rise again what once was honor and pride
Blashyrkh my throne
The mountainside rises under bleak-a sun
Dead warriors rise from the battleground
Under the sign of the darkness, they woke
All rise up and the spirits are one
And 'til your death, never give in
The battle of all is soon to begin
Defending the honor of blood 'til the end
Gods don't reckon men!
But Blashyrkh my throne
Blashyrkh my darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Under the cold winter moon
Blashyrkh my throne
Blashyrkh my darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Under the cold winter moon
Blashyrkh my throne
Into the darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Under the cold winter moon
Blashyrkh my throne
Into the darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Blashyrkh the throne of the North
