Before our tide The crimson rises
Upon the storm
Our ships make shore
Then the killing will begin
We are the hand
Of our God's demand
We are the riders
Of the waves colliding
Here we stand
Comes the tide of war
Rising choirs
The end beckons
For we are the way
Our gods demand more
So we fly upon the waves
Our ships are as dragons
Each battle comes with lore
For let it be known
We are the children
Of Odin and the Aesir
A storm in Valhalla awaits
With thunder clouds
Even in shattering winds
Blowing snow
We see in the skies
Where Thor rides
Down pours the rains
Hiding our escape
Crossing the sea
Dangerous to all
The rains cloak
Our return
As we come home
Return to the north
To raise a sacrifice
And burn the remains
Of our brothers lost
