You fly like children before a war
As our longships advance under the oar
You beg for your lives, but we grant no quarter
And have no need to ask it of you
Your castle shall be no protection this day
We'll tear down your walls under dark clouds of grey
Before the night falls, on your deathbeds you'll lay
Or face down in the sea of blue
&tab:Run now, fly, fly if you can
Stands before us no mere mortal man
We take what we want if you wish it or not
Flee from the angry wrath of old gods
Death reaches out from timeless space
The fear is plain to see on your face
As he drags you down in his cold embrace
On this day Death takes his toll
The seeds that you've sown, now you will reap
Your opulence gives you the softness of sheep
We've come to your slaughter out of the deep
The wind of Loki blows cold.