Tattered Banners and Bloody Flags

There comes Lopt, the treacherous

Lusting for revenge

He leads the legions of the dead

Towards the Aesir's realm

They march in full battle dress

With faces grim and pale

Tattered banners and bloody flags

Rusty spears and blades

Cries ring out, loud and harsh

From cracked and broken horns

Long forgotten battle cries

In strange and foreign tongues

Spear and sword clash rhythmically

Against the broken shields they beat

They bring their hate and anarchy

Onto Vigrid's battlefield

There comes Lopt, the treacherous

He stands against the gods

His army grim and ravenous

Lusting for their blood

Nowhere is longer safe

The earth moves under our feet

The great world tree Yggorasil

Trembles to its roots

Sons of muspel gird the field

Behind them Midgaard burns

Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim

And the Fenris wolf returns

Heimdal grips the Giallarhorn

He sounds that dreaded note

Oden rides to quest the Norns

But their web is torn

The Aesir rides out to war

With armor shining bright

Followed by the Einherjer

See valkyries ride

Nowhere is longer safe

The earth moves under our feet

The great world tree Yggorasil

Trembles to its roots

Sons of muspel gird the field

Behind them Midgaard burns

Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim

And the Fenris wolf returns