Old ones awake from winters long
Deathless protectors of the north
With runes and magick they decree
From preachers hate this land is free
Besieged by crosses and crescent moons
Oppose those forces with dragons runes
In Lead inscribed, between my eyes
Raise the mighty force inside
Helm of Awe
Invoke the horns and raise the scorn
Amongst all, there I alone was strong
In mirrored fear their darkness looms
Dread is a danger to the doomed