A Dying Skyline 
Cold From 
Wind And Rain
Autumn Of 
Darkness End 
In Fire And 
FlamesNorth 
Blows The 
Wind And My 
Sight Is Afar
Along The 
Coming Of 
The Northern 
StarsFires 
Burnt Under 
These Skies
Here Ancient 
Norsemen Once 
Brought Us 
To PrideA 
Heathen Force 
Is To Rise 
On These Days
The Sun Still 
Fanding Soon 
Clouds Of 
Black Rage
We're All 
Blackened 
SkiesWe're 
All Blackened 
SkiesWe're 
Under All 
Blackened 
SkiesThe Heir 
Of Gods To 
AriseWe're 
Under All 
Blckened Skies
The Heir Of 
Our Ancient 
PrideWe're 
All Blackened 
SkiesWe're 
All Blackened 
SkiesWe're 
All Blackened 
SkiesWe're 
All Blackened 
Skies