Down the Slopes of Death
Down the slopes of death he ridesThe eight hooves pound like drumsDarkness reigns the crumbling skyInvasion has begun
Fields of flames greets his eyeHe smells the fear and painOf dying men in agonyIt can drive a man insane
All enemies flee his spearNo bow nor axe do harmAllfather rides out on fields of fearWhen Heimdal sounds the alarm
But on the field waits his fateForetold in ancient timesA beast with sharp yellow teethAnd hateful burning eyes
Today he'll draw his final breathThe wisest God of allHis son will avenge his deathIormundr's brother will fall
He knows now what is to comeNo use to try and runWhat is to be, let it be done!What is to be, let it be done!
Today he'll draw his final breathThe wisest God of allHis son will avenge his deathIormundr's brother will fall
Down the slopes of death he ridesThe eight hooves pound like drumsDarkness reigns the crumbling skyInvasion has begun
Down the slopes of death he ridesThe eight hooves pound like drumsDarkness reigns the crumbling skyNo more is the sun