Shields are raining colours of blood Men behind edge through mud Towards the slaughter, side by side Together kinsmen will fight and die Soon the field is filled with dead Laden with bodies, the hill runs red Face your foe, hold tight your sword The sounds and cries and screams of war
Fight, die Fight, die
Lewin led a charmed life, touched not by blade or knife Yet his warriors fell all around like wheat before the scythe Splintered shields met tempered steel as two foes met with hate One destined for Ineld’s hand, and one to meet his fate
Across the blood red battlefield He spied his foe Almand With a furious cry he led the charge Now your doom’s at hand! Yet the grim housecarls of Mouselow’s chief Hacked his men like meat Lewin feared the battle lost And saw death in defeat
Fight, die Fight, die
Lewin led a charmed life, touched not by blade or knife Yet his warriors fell all around like wheat before the scythe Splintered shields met tempered steel as two foes met with hate One destined for Ineld’s hand, and one to meet his fate
Almand turns and slays his son, his glorious moment nigh Pushing onto Lewin, he lifts his axe up high The final charge of Lewin’s men is met with steel on steel The stench of blood and shattered bone, weapons bite through shields Overpowered by strength of arms, Almand’s brothers flee But the savage hero stands his ground, slaying all he sees A thousand mortal wounds he took, a thousand it took to die Pierced by Lewin’s sword through heart, for him the end was nigh
As I lie scourged with weakness I see my men, I see them flee But I shall die, my sword in hand Face to the foe, Valhalla calls meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
