As a storm looming
Tirelessly steps
Rotten evil spirits
From the earth depth
Hann vakðI upp drauga
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti
Hann er dauða verðr
We know the guilty
Wizard that was
Who sent misfortune
Ancient lands cursed
Hann vakðI upp drauga
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti
Hann er dauða verðr
Einn
The dawn dyed all in red
Tveir
From hill I see them raised up
þrír
The Guardians of the mounds
Ооh ооh ооh ооh
Einn
All in the eyes is dread
Tveir
The freezing cold embraced us
þrír
I hear the frightful sound
The March of Dead
The March of Dead
A fear foreshadows
The last of fights
I see the death closing
In Draugar eyes
Hann vakðI upp drauga
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti
Hann er dauða verðr
«Bring me the Wizard!»
- as Konung I tell
Against this army
We’ll turn his spells
Hann vakðI upp drauga
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti
Hann er dauða verðr
Einn
The dawn dyed all in red
Tveir
From hill I see them raised up
þrír
The Guardians of the mounds
Ооh ооh ооh ооh
Einn
All in the eyes is dread
Tveir
The freezing cold embraced us
þrír
I hear the frightful sound
The March of Dead
The March of Dead
Einn
The dawn dyed all in red
Tveir
From hill I see them raised up
þrír
The Guardians of the mounds
Ооh ооh ооh ооh
Einn
All in the eyes is dread
Tveir
The freezing cold embraced us
þrír
I hear the frightful sound
The March of Dead
