Nailed to a dead tree
Wandering through death
The answer to the question of the gods I must have
Glory in crom awaits me
Yet, not on this day
Death will not prevail, thou shalt take it for granted
For none kneel
Raise thy steel!
Higher! Brighter!
Spread your hate
Whirlwind flames
Fire and wind from the sky!
Trust! The riddle of steel (the riddle of steel)
Power thy will (this you can trust!)
The riddle of steel (the riddle of steel)
Power thy will (this you can trust!)
When the gates are braved
No chance shall be waived
The reckoning of mine on this day I must have
May the gods honor me
Provide me with strength
Grant me revenge - if not, to hell with y’all
For none kneel
Raise thy steel!
Higher! Brighter!
Spread your hate
Whirlwind flames
Fire and wind from the sky!
My own crusade
Struggle through the shades
No fire, strength or will shall fade
A burning freewheel
By loke and ogun seal
Of vulcan, gods of war and steel
