In the mist of a winter dawn, the trumpets sound

Blood and fire and death await us on the battleground

The gods of war are smiling upon their kin this day

Into glorious battle we ride as black prayers we say



[Chorus:]

The trumpets of dawn are calling

Soon hammers shall be falling

Ride to war! [4x]



In the mist of a winter dawn, the trumpets sound

With axe and sword and scythe we will stand our ground

In the cold winter sun our blades of metal do glow

Mixed with morning dew our enemies' blood will flow



[Chorus]



In the mist of a winter dawn, the trumpets sound

In bloody battle honour and glory will be found

Before the sun has fully risen victory will be ours

We shall burn the spoils to thank the dark powers



[Chorus]