Much may change in the life of a man

Now I will sing of how the war first began

How these dark days of doom became mine

It was the year Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine

When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes

Holding high the old way

Warriors waging

Into the storm

On wings of dragons

Fame and fortune

Into the storm

Into the storm

Into the storm

From the old land in east we had word

Of how the Earl had fallen and then we heard

That he dies he who dare disobey

When this new king imposes the eastern way

When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes

A storm has begun by my magic command

And my runes in the sand will deny them land

You may die on our feet or you live on our knees

When the raven is fed time will come for peace

When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes