(Verse 1) From the frozen peaks where the Jötnar tread, To the hidden realms where the shadows spread, The world tree trembles, the branches groan, As ancient forces reclaim their throne. In the deepest dark, where the fires glow, The master smiths work the earth below, Forging the iron, the gold, and the steel, Weaving the magic the gods will feel. (Chorus) Oh, hear the roar from the stormy sky, Where the beasts of the ancient sagas lie! From the halls of light to the depths below, The old worlds wake and the myths will grow. (Verse 2) In the blinding realm where the light elves gleam, They weave the fabric of an endless dream, While the dark elves lurk in the stone and clay, Far from the burning eye of day. But a shadow stretches across the deep, As the colossal monsters stir from sleep, An endless coil in the ocean’s bed, A silent promise of the doom ahead. (Chorus) Oh, hear the roar from the stormy sky, Where the beasts of the ancient sagas lie! From the halls of light to the depths below, The old worlds wake and the myths will grow. (Bridge) Jörmungandr rises, the serpent of earth, To encircle the world that gave it birth. And the chains will break as the shackles fall, When the great wolf Fenrir devours it all. With teeth of iron and eyes of flame, The universe trembles to speak his name. (Outro) The giants march and the heavens rend, The timeless cycle begins to bend. In the clash of iron and the fading light, The ancient myths fade into the night.
