Thee arise, from icy tombs beneath the North Sea,
And his lust shall soon be quenched.
Foreboding waves, shall not contain him,
And our hate shall be his strength.
All of us, Mortal men,
Doomed to die, His will shall bend.
Spreads his wings, Against black skies,
Casts his wrath, We take our lives.
Abyssal madness, Rule in sadness,
Mighty Heathen-North Sea Demon.
Killed by Brothers, Men shall turn on others,
War in season-North Sea Demon
Demons' eyes, are open to imperious greed,
And our fate we can't repent.
Immortal slaves, we are becoming,
As is His will and His intent.