SOVNGARDE SONG, Verse 1

From the mists of the mountains a deafening call

Bellows down over the plains

On a host of battle-worn ears it does fall

Pushing out through the thunder and rain.

These men of the North, they have suffered too long

The anger, it swells in their veins

Of the spirited roars of lost warriors' songs

Distant echoes are all that remain.

And my voooooooice is my violence

Clear the skiiiiiiies'...

...frozen tears

And no mooooooore we'll be silent (No lollygagging!)

With this Sovngarde Song in our ears

And we stand tall, Sons of the Snow

We will not fall, Under these Blows

For our hearts, they are hardy, our spirits are strong

And our voices are lifted into....

This Sovngarde Song.