Down the slopes of death he rides
The eight hooves pound like [bad word] Darkness reigns the [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] No use to try [bad word] 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 [bad word] Darkness reigns the [bad word] sky
Invasion has begun

Down the slopes of death he rides
The eight hooves pound like [bad word] Darkness reigns the [bad word] sky
No more is the sun