The last head falls to the ground. No one is left alive. They thought that they could take me down. But it's not my time to die. . I wipe the blood from my sword.
Finally the storm arrives. Our wait is at an end. Under dark winter skies. We make our final stand. . For each of us there are four of them. It matters not to us.
The enemy has come for you. Hear the pounding thunder hooves. There's no time to run or hide. Draw the weapon from your side. . When they ride out from morning mist.
War, the very first war of our world. When the treacherous witch was killed. Three times burned and three times born. By searing flames was Gullveig torn.
Through a dark and desolate valley he walks. Pale, flickering fires light the way. Along an ice cold river lies his path. The sky is of darkest grey. .
I journey through this frozen land on my own. There's no shelter anywhere down the road. When this mystic wanderer comes around. And the dying hope in my heart starts to grow.
One we were scum of the Earth. Now we've cleared our names. In Nifelheim came rebirth. Baptized in Mount Doom's flames. . A decade now we've fought this war.
One we were scum of the earth. Now we've cleared our names. In Nifelheim came rebirth. Baptized in Mount Doom's flames. . A decade now we've fought this war.
Ten heavy feet. Walks the blood soiled ground. With rhythm these. Five warriors march. . No matter how much. The bleeding wounds. From enemy sword cuts.
The odds are stacked against me. Outnumbered three to one. These men are seasoned warriors. But I stand my ground. . Waiting, let them come. Ready, cut them down.
One we were scum of the earth. Now we've cleared our names. In Nifelheim came rebirth. Baptized in Mount Doom's flames. . A decade now we've fought this war.
Miklagaard has been our home. For twenty years or more. We've lent our axes, spears and swords. In service of the emperor. . We are loyal warriors. That's the oath we gave.
Soon a new day will be spawned. Scattered fires glow. Soon first blood will be drawn. And dying ambers glow. . They await the suns first rays. Anticipation running high.
It's just cruel. It's just mean. I should've let this stay unseen. . I don't believe that something's wrong. I don't believe that something's wrong. .
Blood gushes from the wound. The cut is wide and deep. And before I turn around. He falls to his knees. . A clear song rings in the blade. When steel meets hardened steel.
The icy winter is getting near. Dark skies above us. Biting frost is in the air. Darkness surrounds us. . The cold piercing autumn breeze. Fills the long ships sail.
Gray 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.
The icy wind. Pierces the skin of waiting warriors. Like spears. Will pierce their bodies in battle. . Frosted. Beards on pale grey faces. Eyes of death.
There comes Fenris' twin. His jaws are open wide. The serpent rises from the waves. . Jormundgandr twists and turns. Mighty in his wrath. The eyes are full of primal hate.
He hung on the windswept world tree. Whose roots no one knows. For nine whole days he hung there pierced. By Gugnir, his spear. . Swimming in pain he peered into the depths.