Standing under the frozen moon
By the lake of cold
The winds of Thor in our hairs
We cherish the ways of old
We are Odinn's men
Warriors of the winter world
Poets of the pale
We raise our swords high in the air
The ancient gods we hail!
By the lake of cold
The winds of Thor in our hairs
We cherish the ways of old
We are Odinn's men
Warriors of the winter world
Poets of the pale
We raise our swords high in the air
The ancient gods we hail!