Under Norve's starfilled sky In a forest so deep and wide Eight hooves are thundering By the mountains darkest side In the shadows two grey shapes Hungry stalking their prey A long time has passed Since they went away This is the call for a great man's return Longing for the old age, let this world burn I yearn for retribution, I want fields stained red Odin show us that you're not dead Northern king... return Follow the path we make, longer for every day Warlord... return Your eyes in the sky will show you the way Northern king... return We will be waiting, thousands and thousands of men Warlord... return Together we will drink, fight, die and live again Under Norve's starfilled sky In a heathen forest deep and wide Sleipner calm is standing With Odin by his side By his feet two wolves are lying Feeding and resting in the night A long time will pass Until bloodred snow becomes white This is the call for a great man's return Longing for the old age, let this world burn I yearn for retribution, I want fields stained red Odin show us that you're not dead Northern king... return Follow the path we make, longer for every day Warlord... return Your eyes in the sky will show you the way Northern king... return We will be waiting, thousands and thousands of men Warlord... return Together we will drink, fight, die and live again