To Hear The Trumpets Call

Dawn breaks high across these hills, there's a mist over the fields

I've waited for this day with blades at last to wield

I hear the trumpets sound, the hour has arrived

Laughing we charge the field as ravens fill the skies

And I have read the prophecies, I know what was foretold

And I've tread the road to Hel and in battle I am bold

And I will be there at the end to hear the trumpets call

And I will be there at the end to nail the bastard cur against the wall

There is no talk of strength of numbers, no one speaks of strategy

No talk of fear or weakness, only victory

We've seen our Father cast the spear and know what that will bring

Our enemies dead before us, while in Valhalla we sing!

And I have read the prophecies, I know what was foretold

And I've tread the road to Hel and in battle I am bold

And I will be there at the end to hear the trumpets call

And I will be there at the end to nail the bastard cur against the wall

The legends say you are a wolf, you're nothing but a mangy dog

Never fit to be a man, never fit to walk with Gods

And I will see you dead

You'll die by my hand

Left for dead, unsung, forsaken

Carrion for my fathers ravens

And I will be there at the end to watch you bastards burn

And I will be there at the end to see Baldur return

And I will be there at the end to hear my Father call

And I will be there at the end to nail your mangy hide against the wall