See the shining eyes / Through the trees of an age-old wood / Through the mist of Nifelheim halls / When legends become reality / And reveal the old asleep spirit / Keeper of eternity's key / With wrath and ravenous fury / As the rise of a Phoenix from the soil / I condemn you to your desperate gods / From behind winter's silence / The choirs that spread in the dark / Are the chants of the ancient gods in the wind Entombed in the pagan earth I am the eye / Of Asgard on Midgard a star in the sky / I will rise in the autumn cold to haunt the dreams / I will rise between stone and wood for the years to come / High above the hills and far beyond the seas / Soul of the old heart of the earth / Beyond the veil of night, in the heat of the sun / Spirit of the times before / Whispers in the wind, my chants are calling / Soul of the old heart of the earth / As a night-wandering wolf, eyes amongst the dark / Spirit of the times before Rise spirit, rise spirit / May the stars burn in thy name / With fires burning in my hand / And rage bursting out my sword / Trampling the mighty cliffs of stone / On Hel's path the warriors are walking / As behind the skies / are trembling / In front of the sun of the fallen ones / With wrath and ravenous fury / As the rise of a phoenix from the soil / I will revive from the old forgotten times From behind winter's silence / The choirs that spread in the dark / Are the chants of the ancient gods in the wind / The sun will grow dark when the oceans will drawn the lands / The fires will roar and the flames will dance until the skies / Colder than the ice and stronger than the age-old stone / A horde of pagan hearts for the years to come / From a time in the memories lost, the winds are calling my name / Spirit of the forgotten halls, keeper of the great gates / For I am he whose eyes are seeing, I will dry the tears / Of a crying age only alive in the twilight and the stone