They came down from the northern hills on winters final day With swords and axes in their hands to take us all away But from the border fortress build atop a nearby hill Twenty men came riding (in their eyes the lust to kill)
And at the center of our village, 'neath the ancient hanging tree The riders met the enemies and it was not a place to be Soon the first had fallen (red blood covered all the ground) But the fighting still continued, battlescreams were all around
And when the northmen had turned heels we came to see the bitter cost That to defend our village many lives of brave men had been lost So we turned our gazes from the corpses and we went to gather wood For the pyres of our saviors to be burning well and good And as the sun was slowly setting blackend smoke rose to the sky Silence fell in mourning of the ones who had to die