Hail is the coldest of grain
Christ created the world of old
and I will reforge the earth a new
with molten obsidian and flame

The bards will tell the tales of times
the anvil strike, the resounding cry

When I hit the steel it sings
Sanguinary melodies
hymns of yester
plunged to the forge
to the enemies, let my legend sing

By Odin's hand
I've laid the form
the steel to slay all jarls and kings
the soul of christendom

the 2nd world of naught
will be made the home of thousand
It is I, not the soldier that forges the heart
weaving the mail in promethean fire

whilst beating I shall reign as king
whilst crafting - embolden my army

When I hit the steel it sings
Sanguinary melodies
hymns of yester
plunged to the forge
to the enemies, let my legend sing

breathe in my ire
From the ingot-born is beautiful
The judas sparked luciferian flame
breathe in my ire
From the ingot-born is beautiful

When I hit the steel it sings
Sanguinary melodies
hymns of yester
plunged to the forge
to the enemies, let my legend sing

The bards will tell the tales of times
"For his creation pierced the soul of olden gods"