Becoming the instrument
Tyrants rule omnipresent
Ravens gather to fest the bones
All is lost there is no hope
Behold
Ragarok is near
Behold
As the dead march to war
Winter comes, frozen soi
Midgaard burns by Surths hands
Our fathers walk opun the earh
Till all is lost the world is scorched
Black legion
Behold
Ragarok is near
Behold
As the dead march to war
Becoming the instrument
Tyrants rule omnipresent
Behold
Ragarok is near
Behold
As the dead march to war
The dragon roars above the dead
The silent speak, a voice of death
Blood red tide
Black legion
As worlds collides
A new day comes
The world drowns in flames
Behold
Ragarok is near
Behold
As the dead march to war
