Under The Northern Fullmoon کے بول

Deep in the north an arctic wind screams its voice comforts the forests. here warriors of northern hall guard. ice sharp like steel lit by the moon the wind is voice of our gods soon these roots will drink much blood. Hail! let this night be one of glory! fight for your honor! fight for our gods! let it be known! that the north is eternal! it remains untouched! The fullmoon, lights their path a wolf screams to the sky six times one hundred men holding hammers high to the golden hall, they will ride for Odin they will die this land of forest and ice dormant, it shall always lie.