Out of the water.
The cold black Nordic sea.
Risen towards the eternal sky.
The land layed open and free.
Up high in the Mountains.
Where the wind catch its speed and chill,
Snowstorm are born
and rage loud through the valley and the hills
Above two Ravens,
messengers of the wise One eyed God
who ruled this land
of the strong and great
And tall,
Beautiful,
Behold thy land,
This thy home of the brave.
Dark endless forests,
Where at the day hides the shadows of the night.
Snowcovered vast lands,
As great as the eternal sky
Now in the midst
Of the wild and the open and free
he placed my kind
to possess this thier land to be
Above two ravens,
messengers of the wise one eyed God
who ruled this land
of once strong and once great
But now,
Forgetting to behold this their land.
Once ours free
This my home of once brave
Words written by Quorthon/Black Mark 1989