King Of The Hills

High, this domain up above the soil
On the top of mountains, where Mother Earth pierces the clouds
Between valleys and crests, and across desertic vastness
Through barren plains and fields, onward to the path to a sacred land.

Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might
Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan.

Ice, this domain overhangs the land
Upon the tops of forests, majestic woods and without end
Amidst the expanses of meadows and arid landscapes
The winter will prevail and dominate by its shroud of frost.

Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might
Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan.

He is the one who knows it all
A strong man dressed in a robe of ice
A burning soul for an idol blessed
He is the one to rule the land and judge the fools
He is the guardian of the sacred mountain, the Wise.

By the power of the ancient words
He owns the magic to strike
Glorious protector of the pagan pride
Bow down before your patriarch tonight.