Song Lyrics
The wilde host is passing by, howlinge in the darke
The ride of asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte, in the wake of the storme Ride, oh the doom s drawing nearer
a colde sable midwinter s nighte
The ride of asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte, the ride of asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte, arm d and wroth be the horde
Fiercest wyndes, the ride of asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte, howlinge in the darke
The ride of asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte, yielde their pathe
A darksome skye, the huntinge wolves, crossinge the skies
The wilde host is passing by, wolfe-warriors, loweringe clouds
oh see them ride
Howlinge in the darke, crossinge the skies Of, sinister row
yielde their pathe
oh see them ride
Crossinge the skies, thundere roars
Crossinge the skies, fiercest wyndes, asgard s warriors are raisinge a storme tonighte
some were burnt
some still are spear d by the sworde
Fiercest wyndes, arm d and wroth be the horde Ride, baneful signes
arm d and wroth be the horde
arm d and wroth be the horde
Some were burnt, some were burnt The, baneful signes