Sharpened steel is singing,
Singing songs of woe
Maidens of the storm are riding
Over friend and foe
Grim Odin's one eyed jest
Brave Warriors cloven head to chest
Howling, the wild hunt goes
Fey and weirlding way
Gates of Hel are opened wide
Garm is foaming red
Count out the living
And number out the dead
Sorrow and doom at end of day
Sun is gone and moons are fled,
Cold hands grip cold steel,
Shadows and mist hold the field
Battle cries are echos in the dust
Fate and Norns hold the sway
When Father silence rules the day