Once shadows called I saddled my horse
To the heights I rode over misty mountains
Through days of cold I battled by the sword
From wars blood I drank the flaming breath of strife

The gods were young [bad word] under the sky
At the end of worlds began the time of alliance
Forsworn to gold, men sold their sword to kings
Steel were made for those above the din of battle

I see my ride where gods once rode
Great fathers of the sky, fathers of the gods
And the mighty mountain I ride under heavy skies
For the will of iron and the pride of my kind

Looked in the fire of thy doom
The prophecies were all [bad word] 
Now the world is ending to
The end of days [bad word] soon