Blood Of Gods And Men

After the earth is sated By the blood of gods and men Demon howls no longer rend the air When the roar of distant battle Dies away on gusting winds Let the wolves and ravens take their share When the best of Odin' hearth troops Gathered from the northern lands Warrior kinsmen those who never yield All beserks and saga heroes Once within the golden hall Now lie in crimson heaps upon the field Soon the rain will wash the corpses Bitter winds will scour the field And the leaves will bleach in summer's rule Mankind best again have fallen From the ashes none shall rise For the final blaze consumes us all From the ashes none shall rise From the ashes none shall rise From the ashes none shall rise From the ashes none shall rise