At the mountains of northlands he was born In the cold winter he grew Governed by the laws of the steel A pure blood warrior In the face of death he shows courage Many battles he won And the death in defense of his people Is a glorious end
Take the great sword of steel and face the death This is your fate Fight with honour and finds your glorious end Valhalla awaits
With his sword and shield he went into battle To defend his land And he fought with barbarian hordes Incarnating the storm Filling his heart with fury and seeking The blood of enemies And if death finds him on battlefield Will be a glorious deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
