Clash Of The Elder — Einherjer

I saw creation Laws of the nature I saw the world with pride

I saw the fire Scorching flames of Muspell I saw the darkest tide

I seek the wisdom The nature of Yggdrasil I sought and gave my eye

I saw the Vanir Granted the twisted truth I felt the world to die

Ride, Gods of war, death to the Vanir

Swordsting and axe of blood Dance with us now Swordsong will roar to call

Angerboda:

"Wonders of my vision We crave a bloodred mound A thousand deaths to them all"

Brothers of vengance The world is a wound A wound that bleeds and burns

I saw my brothers Fall of creators All for what greed thus learns

Ride, Gods of war, death to the Vanir

Weapons of wonders Crafted by dwarves Clouds break from the sky

Fall to your knees now Bow before me now Those who deny will die

Spit in this jar of wisdom Those who swear alligiance Brave or just ready to die

Thus was created A scent of wits and poetry Storyteller of the High

Ride, Gods of war, death to the Vanir