Lyrics:
A sword of fire and an axe of coldVision of the Sibyl has foretoldArmies gather on the battle-plainAll will fall and earth will die in flameHere on the battle-plainWe will die in flameIn falcon's feathers soaring overheadChoosing warriors among the deadTwilight written in the runes of cronesFreya weeps upon her golden throneUpon her golden throneWe wait for her aloneCall us unto you hallTake us into your thrallThe battle rages, but they fight in vainWhen all is done it must begin again