Wulfshon - Balder's Age

While gray creeps into the forest And the ravens have starved When our death is arriving And the corpses pile up The offspring of Odin tears darkness apart And the ancient saint temples Disappear by his might Ansuz Baldur dispells the ice Hagalaz is no more Othala will be restored Baldursjera is at hand We must always be loyal To Baldur´s crown The black fire won’t touch us Fimbulvinter shall pass We will show the world The noble path Ravens in our flag Baldur must rise