Aeons ago, legends foretold the coming of dark emperors.
From the sombre, misty night, rose the prime evils
and formed Satan?s legions, which came to rule the world for ever more.

Peace, breeds throughout the land, not for long,
The legions are drawing near, the northern kingdom is here.
The land of frost and snow, will burn on the inside,
Demon?s blaze is growing, let the battle begin.
Fear of the banner of Satan?s disguise,
At the mountains of madness.

Now is the time, here is the place, red marks the ground,
Leading the way to pure evil.
The burnt cross a symbol, we ride without fear,
The armed horsemen arrived, dressed in battle gear.
Northern emperors arrived, fear them now,
The might is growing, now we?re invincible,
And on we march, into the end of time,
The kings of dark......
Sitting on our thrones, might in our hands,
Battles to be fought.
This is the end, of peaceful glow,
Now live the lands, of snow.

Hail to the warriors at the ancestors gates,
We shall not give in to the Christian race,
The dark lords are rising from the bowels of hell,
The sunset is coming here come our days.

Peace, extinguished in the land, all is gone,
The legions are at their throng, the horns of war were blown.
This land of barran cold, ironfist and braveness old,
The demons rule alone, by the might of bloodshed,
War.