The Conquering of Hirsir - Gehenna

At the break of dawn

The gods above and below

Blow their harns

The dark mist lies low

Above the moisty ground

Gods summoning their gathered hordes

In declaration of war

We partake in massive bloodshed

Whilst the remaining freeze and die

Unshorn warrior behold the burning

Lovely it is the flames burning Hirsir

A lonesome cry echoes through an almost

cloudless sky

One god has fallen from high heaven ground

Human parts and weapons lie scattered

As blood freeze to solid ground

Yes pagan souls be witness

To the conquering of Hirsir

So warriors unsheathe your swords

Burn with us and our lord

Drums play their slow march

Symbolize that we will to Hell march

Alonesome cry echoes through and almost