| Song | Warriors of the Night |
| Artist | Wizard |
| Album | Magic Circle |
| 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 | |
| (you hear) the pounding of their hoofs | |
| Like thunder in the sky | |
| This thunder will call you to look high | |
| Like a magic wind of doom | |
| Like a firewall of death | |
| Don't look down this is your test | |
| Are you frightend | |
| Or are you brave | |
| Don't be afraid | |
| It's not your grave | |
| He summons now the warriors of the night | |
| Feel the burning touch of odin | |
| An angry wind blows through my hair | |
| A touch of greatness in the air | |
| I look to the left, to the right | |
| I look high up to the sky | |
| And the only thing i see | |
| Odin on his ride |
| 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 | |
| you hear the pounding of their hoofs | |
| Like thunder in the sky | |
| This thunder will call you to look high | |
| Like a magic wind of doom | |
| Like a firewall of death | |
| Don' t look down this is your test | |
| Are you frightend | |
| Or are you brave | |
| Don' t be afraid | |
| It' s not your grave | |
| He summons now the warriors of the night | |
| Feel the burning touch of odin | |
| An angry wind blows through my hair | |
| A touch of greatness in the air | |
| I look to the left, to the right | |
| I look high up to the sky | |
| And the only thing i see | |
| Odin on his ride |