Inhaling the wind of the burning grim dreams (...and the mighty hammer roars)

It blazes my eyes
When the grey of the sky of the burned autumn bodes the times of the battle wrath winter season returns
It sounds in my heart with wildness when the great charmed icy hammer roars

It's when the wind of the grim dreams tears grey sky with fury
Fill me for my spirit rising
When the great hammer I'll rise up for the times of the battle wrath winter season returned
Rise Up Your Mighty Hammer!

Inhaling the furious wind of the burning grim dreams
To demonize in the first hours the stars pierce the gloaming
And the scarlet streams inside of me turn black and my heart turns to the frozen stone
Turning the Great Hammer winter key riding the whirlwind
I burst into the battle ARMO!
Wind of hymns when the evilness parade under the field of the grimmest star beam

Blow through me
For my spirit rising
With the burning grim dreams
Where the mighty hammer roars.

Opened wide times of the winter wrath it's throwing with ice in the battle will never end.
I will wait for the Darkness inscribe
Wrathful names of the warrior lords in the star pier of the mystic bounds
Inhaling the wind of the burning grim dreams.