Sword of fire and an axe of cold
Vision of the sibyl has fortold
Armies gather on the battle-plain
All will fall and earth will die in flame 

Here on the Battle-Plain
We will die in Flame 

In Falcon's feathers soaring overhead
Choosing warriors among the dead
Twilight written in [bad word] of crowns
Freya weeps upon her golden throne 

Upon her golden throne
We wait for her alone
Call us unto your hall
Take us into your thrall