There somewhere over the sky
The World has no beginning nor end
Where only two ravens can fly
 [bad word] your eternal wide land

In the depth of the silver-roof dome
I see you in splendor of pride
But when you face the darkness alone
Do you feel the fright?

Our sorcerer, priest, our king
With honor you flame our hearts
But though no pleasure it brings
The bowl of wisdom's so hard

I hear your powerful tread
And fear the might of your breath
But when you look straightly ahead
Do you see the eyes of your death?

Hear the sound, hear the sound
Hear that knoсks weel of fate
Sorrow and spite sorrow and spite
Sorrow and spite are too late

Your kingdom of steel is so bright
There’re friends. With your name they did die
But when shadow covers the light
Will one of them hear your cry?

The rivers of blood and of grief
Are Victory's different side
The more you will spread your belief
The more pain will you leave behind

Adversaries burning in flame
And fire reflects in your eye
But where from is that faint pain
And why don't you want them to die

Your own firmest ship ever sailed
Like a hawk doesn't know any bounds
But you'll gain just sea-wind wail
Because what is lost can’t be found

Your warriors faithful and [bad word] 
But when Ragnarok'll break the sky
And [bad word] for your mortal duel
Will anyone hear your last cry