Rumbling thunder cracks the sky
   And rain starts pouring down
   Lightning strikes a cold bright light
   Upon the blooddrenched ground
  
   The sword play is hard
   And many falls
   Steel bites sharp in bflesh
   And upon a mountain
   Towering tall
   Stands the messengers of death
  
   Five horsemen in armour bright
   Waiting in the flashing light
   Looking down upon the field
   Where Vikings fight with axe and shield
  
   On stallions black as night
   With eyes burning red
   They ride with thunder to the fight
   Deliverance of certain death
  
   A warcry loud as hHeimdall'shorne
   Echoes across the land
   Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone
   Friends of doom proudly stands
  
   They ride faster than the wind
   With lightning speed they strike
   Black ravens follow where they've been
   To feed from those died
  
   With power they vield their swords
   As they ride down fleeing men
   Sending them to Hel's dark court
   To never come back again
  
   The warriors ride once more
   To the mountain from which they came
   Once sent by the Gods to war
   And they never return in shame