Fenrir Hunts - Abbath

Rank and file of Legions vile form their battle lines

Clad in armour black as night Northern Darkness sines

Banners raised skin of slaves slap in Vanir’s breeze

Seidmen cut rune wards deep Hel thaws all shall freeze

Release the flood a rampant tide of blood

Will fill this black lagoon

Warriors weened on gore and gruel must heed

The carrion call of doom

Pack Master, Unleash the Reavers eager for rapine

Emerge from lair of ice and gneiss cave and ravine

Vulpine scouts, winter, lean, scent meat on ripe spore

A feast awaits the frenzy of rabid fang and claw

Volcanic shores bleed a gush of iron ore

From ashes Death will bloom

Howl for Hel Voracious Dogs of War

Fenrir hunts Snaps jaws of doom

Skills to hone, swords to whet to keen edge damascene

Spear tip to taper, arrow fletch, hammerhead to clean

In spleen

Shield to boss, helm to crest, battle axe to grind

Wound to stitch, gut to void, Berzerker, rage to blind

Sick mind

Beneath a shroud of bludgeoned sky

We tread the dust on corpse, strewn roads

Hum laments of requiems

Half, remembered odes

Of orphaned brats, weeping widows

We march to crack of thunder Ragnarok in our eyes

To drumbeat of the Damned we salute your sacrifice

We march for love of slaughter drunk on wine of blades

We fight for eternal night until the End of Days

Release the flood a rampant tide of blood

Will fill this black lagoon

Warriors weened on gore and gruel must heed

The carrion call

Volcanic shores bleed a gush of iron ore

From ashes Death will bloom

Howl for Hell Voracious Dogs of War

Fenrir hunts Snaps jaws of doom