Dark is the winter, cold and hard
Restless is man, awaiting the end of time
Fighting a way forwards
Fast and with great ease
This battle meant to slay all enemies
All for the glory of the day
No one, nothing is save
But these are wondrous times for the brave
We the Chosen ones, the glorious dead
Upon the day of battle, Wotan, god
To fight all that is not us, for the blood
We the Chosen ones, the glorious dead
When the wolf kisses the serpent
A sinister romance will start
And ice turns to fire
It will end the world known to us prior
When the wolf kisses the serpent
There is chaos
All out war acted out here on Vigrid
As all that matters dies
