Prelude: Heading for The Golden Hall / Storms of Asgard

With the cold northern wind we travel

We're on a journey of a lifetime

And we'll fight many battles on our way

We'll trample the bodies of the dead as we travel

We'll go on 'til the day we die

And reach our destination

The golden gates of Valhalla!

A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown

A tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail

But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud heathen hearts

At first they came wearing their most innocent masques

Telling vikings vague stories about a nazarene whelp

While keeping their swords drawn behind their backs

Storms of Asgard

Engulf the unfaithful

Storms of Asgard

Reclaim your throne

They spread their odious thorns all over northern soil

Some unfaithful sheeps swore allegiance to them

But some rather died

Their craving and megalomania became too much

Raping northern soil before pagan eyes spawned hate

There where great battles but the outcome were not

The pagan's volcanic wrath is still alive in our hearts

And the white veil which still covers us

Will be torn apart

Storms of Asgard

Engulf the unfaithful

Storms of Asgard

Reclaim your throne