Arising

Would wake warriors great

Summon warriors of the oak

High as a pine in the forest

Summon those who sleep

Wake those beneath the grass

Buried deep under fields

Under sacrificial graves

In the burning earth

Carve runes upon the horns

Stain them red with blood

We mumble our spells and sing our hymns

Filled with lust we drink

The mead so pure and strong

Proffered by smiling maidens

We praise the taste on our tongue

Mead blessed for us by Odin

My father he has promised

That glorious I'll become

Standing high in the stern

Steering the ship so worthy

Slained in battle I rise again

Brought to life by a heathen spell

The sea was my home I ruled the waves

Without fearing my death

Arising from the realm

Where the dead are screaming in vain

Bring forth the day

And I'll fight by your side

Born here in northern land

My vision's been clear since long ago

My heart will bleed as I walk upon earth

My fate lies here carved in stone

I'm surrounded by fires

I behold this fearsome night

I was born as a wolf

But raised as a human