Sound the horn
And open the gates
Death of our brother
Life be it lived
Redress awaits
Summon the aesir
Let it be known
Of what we've to fear
Burdened and bruised
We seek council here
Sound the horn
And open the gates
Hell in valhalla
Murder on earth
And no time to waste
Summon the aesir
Let it be known
That twilight is near
The cunning has turned
His back on the augury
Reign - war, they say
Reign - end of days
Bane - crooked kin
As devine, so is man