Surtur Barbaar Maritime - The Ruins Of Beverast

At night, the storms gripped our fleet

Arctic monuments burst asunder

Never surrender the choir of Gods

With beasts on our side we enter land

Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained

Now, as your path is lost

Crawl

Hordes o hordes… destroy the temples of the North

We shall set sails ahead!

We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr

Offered a fest of slaughtered goats

Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength

Midgard is ours, ad arma!

Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard’s defenders

Now, as your motion flags

Crawl

Hordes o hordes… as bones of the beasts of burden crack

We shall set sails ahead!

Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon

Now, as the wolf’s unleashed

Crawl!