Mine eyes have seen the glory of the turning of the tide
He is crossing now from Asgard where the great and good abide
He leads across the Rainbow Bridge, the Host with us allied
The truth is coming home.

Glory Glory call across the Northern Skies!
Glory Glory call across the Northern Skies!
Glory Glory call across the Northern Skies!
The truth is coming home

I have seen him hidden in the eyes of Folk without a plan
We have builded Him an altar in the mind of modern Man
I feel His powerful presence 'mongst the Aesir and the Van
His nation marches on.

I have read a fiery saga writ in burnished rows of steel,
"As you deal with Heimdals Children, so with you Forseti deals"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush dishonour with his heel
Wotan marches on.

Heimdal sounds forth the horn that shall never call retreat
Odin sifts out the Einheriar before His judgment-seat
Stand firm our souls to answer Him, let there be no deceit!
Alfather stands with us.

In the beauty of the forest Odin hung upon the Tree
Pierced by a spear and racked with thirst he calls to you and me
As He hanged to become Holy, so we strive to become free
The Gods are marching on!