With the blackstorms I came, as a thousand black clouds stromed against the pale sky upon the mountainside I stand, as a black sunset rises over a funeral sky at the top of the black mountain I stand with the wind whipping my face beholding my unholy black kingdom My blackened legions marching towards my enemies and with the funeral winds caressing the landscape no light shall ever shine upon these lands of mine I will ride the lands in pride as the skies goes from dark to black with the blackstorms I came and with the blackstorms I will forever walk As a norse warrior I ride the dark valleys of evil as a norse warrior I crush my enemies the ones of god it is said that death rides on black wings through dark northern valleys and what is said is true 'cause death......is I