Lyrics
In battleclothes, with the sword in his hands,
He walks a path, a path wich neverends...
Still behold by Oden´s allmighty sight,
He fights his way through the blistring winternight.
The northern wind layed his icy chains on rivers, rocks and seas;
The whipping snow blurrs his sigh,
Rocks sharp like blades cut his feet and pierce his eyes.
Death is drawing near, but not a spark of fear in his eyes.
Doubting not he´d give his blood, strong and brave he´ll fight
So he may live in glory afterlife.
They broke out of the mist from all sides, their swords glaced in the rising wintersun.
Smiling the deadliest grin, they attacked without remorse...
And so the brother´s pack was overun and their blood soiled the ground.
Inferior they fought, one by one...
But sealed in blood, their downfall just begun!