Stormwarrior - The Ride Of Asg錼d Lyrics
A colde sable midwinter's nighteIn the wake of the stormeLoweringe clouds, a darksome skyeFiercest wyndes, thundere roarsThe huntinge wolves, an eerie soundeOh the doom's drawing nearerA deafening blare, sinister rowBaneful signes, awe and feareOh see them ride, crossinge the skiesAsgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tonighteOh, heare afar, howlinge in the darkeThe Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighteThe Wilde Host is passing byArm'd and wroth be the hordeUndeade men, wolfe-warriorsOne-ey'd olde Man to the foreSome were burnt, some beheadedSome still are spear'd by the swordeLo, beware, yielde their patheAvoide their sighte or be wolf'd by their coarseOh see them ride, crossinge the skiesAsgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tonighteOh, heare afar, howlinge in the darkeThe Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighteOh see them ride, crossinge the skiesAsgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tonighteOh, heare afar, howlinge in the darkeThe Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte
