Mountains are quaking
On the soil of the Gods
Scene's covered by the silvery light
And the falling tears from the cope 

Long lasting silence
Has now reached its end
It is time to listen to the ancient tune
From the Valley of Might and fells 

Peal of the chariots
Pulled by ancient beasts
Crimson glow in their eyes
Heading for the divine fields 

In the halls of Odin,
Blasts away the voice:
"It is time to raise a goblet,
Because the son is back at home!" 

Secrets of the lightning
Riders of the storm
Waking up the beast
From his deepest drowse 

The mighty word from the heavens
Once again it's been found
The [bad word] of thunder
Carved in the stone of the Gods 

From the cave of a giant
Into the eye of the storm
Then follows the silence...
And the hammer falls