A titan's grip upon her cruel blade Urfang
Blood runs hot across the frozen waste
Annihilation comes to those who stray
Under the shadow of her irous gaze

Upon the mountain peak
she walks with fire and shadow
her eyes spanning the valley below,
passing over the hosts of destroyers and usurpers.
They would soon beg for mercy
But no mercy was forthcoming...

Her raven hair caught in the northern wind
She is the daughter of wolves
The wending paths are her domain
Iron woman, warrior queen

Her sword will rain down from the sky
With fury envied by the gods
Snow and ice, painted red
Her soul, a blinding glow
No fiend or foe, no enemy
Will last the day
Warrior queen

Iron woman
Empires will fall at your behest!
Raise up your sword towards the sky
Triumphant blaze!
Silver Sun!
Blood on the ice!
Victorious one!

A titan's grip upon her cruel blade Urfang
Piling the dead into their frozen graves
She is the daughter of the northern waste
She is the daughter...
The daughter of wolves

The valley becomes an anvil. She descends the mountain
a tide of death, the hammer of wrath itself.
Her blade sweeps over the ranks of the doomed like the setting sun,
And benighted sky becomes their tomb

Her sword will rain down from the sky
With fury envied by the gods
The snow, painted with their blood
Triumphant blazing soul
Victory is won!