[Bonus Track]
Years of famine and years of sigh
Reaps our land that fell from crest
Creatures, serfs and men hanged high
Yet no remedy
What will ever please our Gods?
Gather the chiefs and sages
What will save the tomorrow
From these Dark Ages
Slay and sacrifice our king
Coat the statues with noble blood
Intensify the holy smoke
With a royal lamb
Now neither your braves, your wise nor gold
So far renowned
Will be of aid now as the doomsday call
Now you must rise up to show the steel
Courage of your heart
And soon you'll raise your horn in Valhalla's hall