High One holds you not in his favor Be yet steadfast and pray to the gods When a foe you face formidable That you win against all odds
Strike fast and strike true The seers had warned Be alert, be not afraid Wise men warriors did scorn
There they stood, upon the hill high Unfurled their banners, let ravens fly Down to their doom, they all charged All screaming death louder than ever heard
Strong, the king with his men Blood spattered, sword high risen Cleaving skulls down to the throat Armor cannot withstand Endless they are Bodies cover the ground Backs to the rocks, stand together Shieldwall, covered crimson
Odin, grant me now wisdom Grant me victory this day Let me honor you with slaughter If I must, I’ll feast with you this day
The battle did rage Their shields held strong Still brothers were slain Valhalla’s not long
As they fought they looked for the ravens Against their setting sun Blood it flowed and swords they sang Yet they saw not a single one
Their gods left them there stranded With naught but might and will Warriors foretold to perish But determined they were to kill
High One holds you not in his favor Be yet steadfast and pray to the gods When a foe you face formidable That you win against all odds
Their gods left them there stranded The seers told them take heed No gods stood beside them In themselves they then believedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.