Before the walls come curmbling
  Down around our feet;
  Before the empires fall
  And Hell enslaves the free;
  Before our time runs out
  The spells must soon be cast;
  We'll raise the banners high
  And storm the gates at last.
  
  Tonight we fight.
  The Norns decide our fate.
  Fight well in Hell !
  Open the Gates !
  
  This night the Gates of Hell
  Come crashing to the ground.
  The sword Excalibur
  Was lost but now is found.
  Arthurs does rise again,
  The Dragons Lord of old.
  Just like the Bards have said
  In all the tales they told.
  
  Tonight we fight.
  The Norns decide our fate.
  Fight well in Hell !
  Open the Gates !