Wizard

When stormy winds in autumn
Brings smell of snow and ice
The master of the golden hall will rise
Gathering dead warriors
Death ? virgins at his side
Across the rainbow bridge they will ride
Proud he's sitting on his horse
Looks to his wild brood
With the power of providence
They'll ride soon
He held up high his spear
This is the final sign
The golden gates are opened wide
Down to midgard
High in the sky
With his wild hunt
He will ride
He summons now the warriors of the night
Feel the burning touch of odin