A dying skyline cold from wind and rain
Autumn of darkness end in fire and flames
North blows the wind and my sight is afar
Along the coming of the northern stars
Fires burnt under these skies
Here ancient Norsemen once brought us to pride
A heathen force is to rise on these days
The sun still fading soon clouds of black rage
We're all blackened skies
We're all blackened skies
We're under all blackened skies
The heir of gods to arise
We're under all blackened skies
The heir of our ancient pride
We're all blackened skies
We're all blackened skies
We're all blackened skies
We're all blackened skies
