As I sense their steel   As I see the mighty on   As we all gather once again   the gods of war summon us      North wind blows to our valley   men with ships, with swords, with honour      Their horses between flames,   their dogs eating enemy child,   Our heavenly father, what is this mortality   do you see my mortal agony      Look, I see the shield up high   this must be the sign from my lord   this can be my death - sentence   what a fine day to die      Taste of blood comes up high   Wind blows hard, our men fall   one by one   This oath claims me   I must bleed for my generation      Strong is the enemy   strong is my sword   the hammer is rising   I feel their cold steel      Now when I leave this world   I shall open the mighty oaken gate   and we all shall gather once again