

(ooh-ahh-ooh) Out of the frost we rise to the sound of steel (hey,
hey)
We make the earth yield to what we feel
Raise the shields, hear the cry of the cold (ahhh)
Stories of old, in the iron foretold (hu-ha!)
Frozen banners in the northern wind
The final battle is about to begin
(hooh, hah)
We stand as one
under the iron sky (hey!) Our echoes will never die (ahhhh)