Thee arise, from icy tombs beneath the North Sea
And his lust shall soon be quenched
Foreboding waves, shall not contain him
And our hate shall be his strength
All of us, Mortal men
Doomed to die, His will shall bend
Spreads his wings, Against black skies
Casts his wrath, We take our lives
Abyssal madness, Rule in sadness
Mighty Heathen - North Sea Demon
Killed by Brothers, Men shall turn on others
War in season - North Sea Demon
Demons' eyes, are open to imperious greed
And our fate we can't repent
Immortal slaves, we are becoming
As is His will and His intent