Cold winds rise, the sky turns white, I rule the storm, I own the night. I’ve watched your world from far above, where mercy burns and turns to dust. A girl fell down into my land — purehearted light in shaking hands. She helped the trees, she saved the bread, she showed the truth each heart has bled. I saw her soul, unscarred, untorn — and felt a fire in the storm. Every choice, every deed, tells me what a soul will be. In the frost, in the fall, I rise to judge them all. I am Holle — hear me roar! I’m the thunder at your door. Gold for the pure, hell for the vain — I bring justice in the rain. Shake the feathers, let it fall — This is Holle’s Hammerfall! She worked with me through days of cold, she earned her light, she earned her gold. But longing called her back again — I opened up the winter’s den. Then came the sister, full of spite, no honor, heart as black as night. She mocked the world that begged her grace — and found my wrath upon her face. Good or greed — the world will see, what the storm reveals in me. Truth is sharp, truth will fall — when I answer to your call. I am Holle — hear me roar! I’m the thunder at your door. Gold for the pure, hell for the vain — I bring justice in the rain. Shake the feathers, let it fall — This is Holle’s Hammerfall! You want the snow? You want the crown? Then feel the sky Come crashing down. No mercy here, No second call — I watch you rise… or watch you fall. I am Holle — hear me roar! Stormbound queen forevermore. Gold for the pure, fire for the vain — I bring thunder in your veins. Shake the heavens, break the wall — Fall before my Hammerfall! Snow or shadow… I choose what falls.
