There comes Lopt the treacherous
Lusting for revenge
He leads the legions of the dead
Towards the Aesir's realmThey march in full battle dress
With faces grim and pale
Tattered banners and bloody flags
Rusty spears and bladesCries ring out
Loud and harsh
From cracked and broken horns
Long forgotten battle cries
In strange and foreign tongues
Spear and sword clash rythmically,
Against the broken shields they beat
They bring their hate and anarchy,
Onto Vigrid's battlefieldThere comes Lopt, the treacherous
He stands against the Gods
His army grim and ravenous
Lusting for their bloodNowhere is longer safe
The earth moves under our feet
The Great World Tree Yggdrasil
Trembles to its rootsSons of Muspel gird the field
Behind them Midgard burns
Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim
And the Fenris Wolf returns
Heimdal grips the Giallarhorn,
he sounds that dreaded note
Oden rides to quest the Norns,
but their web is torn
The Aesir rides out to war,
with armor shining bright
Followed by the Einherjer,
see Valkyries rideNowhere is longer safe
The earth moves under our feet
The Great World Tree Yggdrasil
Trembles to its rootsSons of Muspel gird the field
Behind them Midgard burns
Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim
And the Fenris Wolf returns
