Vast waves rise high into grey winter skies
The salty spray scourges in our faces
We´re fallen from heavens grace
A strong wind bows as we're heading home
But confident we still gaze into the waves

The north wind bowed and filled our sails
A guiding sign,
time had come for us to leave
Through blistering wind and crumbling sea we brawl
A glory fate the Norns for us did weave

All of sudden
Chill winds passes our hair
The winter sun clears the misty way
Now that we see this bleak scenery
We´re heading towards the gates of Nifelhel