The autumn lays over our long and icy land Reminding of the winters that have teard on the old man Now his time has come to leave this earth To Valhalla in his last battle for his folk and new birth Fighting for the new generation, for youth and for blood We know he has been a hero, for our seeds he have sown Like a blue horizon, and the clearest sky you can think Like a spiritual emotion. Of a gloomy sun down sink The contours of the ancient warriors whispers to a woman you are mine and I am yours Into the fire carrying the past, His time has come at last. Towards victory, and towards hope, he knows he will finish his task The way she smile at him, gives him his only guts To fight, and be free... The gods of the mighty, Thor and Odin Hail them all as we drift away like the wind Take your sword take your helmet you've got the power from afar By the stamina of your ancestors victorious you are