Northwind - Bornholm

Hear the cries of the wolves

In the moon of the woods,

On the marble mounts

They answer my call

Feel the cold from the North

It comes with the winds,

Hear the howling horns,

Hear the clash of the steel

As the lightning, comes from the sky,

As the churches are eated by flames

I feel the Evil deep in my heart

I feel the endless hate

Rise, oh forest,

You, and your sons

A thousand blades of steel

Steel, a sparkling brand

Hear the cry of the moon

It comes with the winds

The howling wolves

The clash of the steel

Northwind, it howls

Northwind I ride…