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 once 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 till your death never give in
The battle of all is soon to begin
Defending the honor of blood till the end
Gods don't reckon men

But Blashyrkh my throne
Blashyrkh my darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Under the cold wintermoon

Blashyrkh my throne
Blashyrkh my darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Under the cold wintermoon

Blashyrkh my throne
Into the darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Under the cold wintermoon

Blashyrkh my throne
Into the darkness and cold
Blashyrkh my throne
Blashyrkh the throne of the north