Land Of Frost (Nachtfalke)

Hail - to our ancient gods - hail - hail - hail Hail - to my fathers sword - hail - hail - hail Set sail warriors onward to fight bound for glory bound for right in Muspellheim we raise our swords in the name of all the ancient lords only the strong shall here prevail warriors of evil warriors of Hel none of the battles can be lost in a land of fire in the land of frost In a land where no life dwells in a land where's the dead alive in a land of thousand winter nights in a land of eternal frost and ice Hail - to our ancient gods - hail - hail - hail Hail - to my fathers sword - hail - hail - hail All the pain and suffer is going stronger stand up and fight we can't wait no longer they killing they raping day by day the army of the god takes all life away pounding the world with a fist of steel there is no fear of pain we feel none of the battles can be lost in a land of fire in a land of frost Hail - to our ancient gods - hail - hail - hail Hail - to my fathers sword - hail - hail - hail Over old hills and far away in thousands of grim battles and army of dead with only one aim killing all the enemies an army of the dead in the land of frost Called: The Einherjer Hail - to our ancient gods - hail - hail - hail Hail - to my fathers sword - hail - hail - hail