Down the slopes of death he rides
   The eight hooves pound like drums
   Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
   Invasion has begun
  
   Fields of flames greets his eye
   He smells the fear and pain
   Of dying men in agony
   It can drive a man insane
  
   All enemies flee his spear
   No bow nor axe do harm
   Allfather rides out on fields of fear
   When Heimdal sounds the alarm
  
   But on the field waits his fate
   Foretold in ancient times
   A beast with sharp yellow teeth
   And hateful burning yes
  
   Today he'll draw his final breath
   The wisest God of all
   His son will avenge his death
   Iormundr's brother will fall
  
   He knows now what is to come
   No use to try and run
   What is to be, let it be done!
   What is to be, let it be done!
  
   Today he'll draw his final breath
   The wisest God of all
   His son will avenge his death
   Iormundr's brother will fall
  
   Down the slopes of death he rides
   The eight hooves pound like drums
   Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
   Invasion has begun
  
   Down the slopes of death he rides
   The eight hooves pound like drums
   Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
   No more is the sun