Skybolter
Don't anger the god
You might find yourself in the grav
The strongest of stron
All have been put to the blad
The great and the nobl
Princes and king
The power-mad ruler
Who'd thought they'd wi
He drew his sword from the sid
His anger was might
Mercy was nowhere in sigh
The heavens are opene
The thunder it ring
He's riding the lightnin
And the howling wind
I am the sky, skybolter, skybolter, sk
Skybolte
Die by the sky, skybolter, skybolter, sk
Skybolte
When Odin is angr
Earth will tremble and shak
Mountains will fal
Rivers will burn, it's too lat
I come from Valhall
With ice in my bone
I'm raising my hamme
You shall fal