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!