A dying skyline cold from wind and rain

Autumn of darkness end in fire and flames

North blows the wind and my sight is afar

Along the coming of the northern stars



Fires burnt under these skies

Here ancient Norsemen once brought us to pride

A heathen force is to rise on these days

The sun still fading soon clouds of black rage



We're all blackened skies

We're all blackened skies



We're under all blackened skies

The heir of gods to arise

We're under all blackened skies

The heir of our ancient pride



We're all blackened skies

We're all blackened skies

We're all blackened skies

We're all blackened skies