When the grimson red skies
Baths the horizon in a poisonous kiss
I kiss my hammer
I kiss my sword
My eyes glear of infernal joy
In my dreams I saw them
They made me swear the oath
At the seventh of the seven mountains
The twenty first of december
The skies bath the horizon in fire
I hold my sword before me and I
Kneel before the blood on the stone greet me!!!
This moment was chosen at the birth of the gods
A true son of aasgard I am
My sign is the color of the night
And the blood that ran on my fathers graves!!!
The oath is sworn the blood is given
Now I await you to pass me your forces