Grey clouds
Cover the winter sky
Cold snow
Falls like autumn leaves to the ground

The icy wind
Pierces the skin of waiting warriors
Like spears
Will pierce their skin in battle

Frosted
Beards on pale grey faces
Eyes of death
Are burning with rage

Glancing across the fields of Tyr
In the early morning light

Grey clouds
Cover the winter sky
Cold snow
Falls like autumn leaves to the ground

The icy wind
Pierces the skin of waiting warriors
Like spears
Will pierce their bodies in battle
War cries break the silent wait
Charging warriors rush to kill
Swords are swung in the air
The war gods are called

Vikings with fire in soul
Clash in the open field
Slaying with powerful strokes
The snow is turning red
Turning red

Hooves gallop the plains
Warlords on horsebacks
Rides into battle
With a thunderous roar
With a thunderous roar

The stormwind of death
Blows across the field
Sweeping with it
Everyone in its way

So the battle settles
Alone stands just one man
Under the grey-clouded winter sky
Alone