Running over landscapes of ice and snow   Hiding the sword that carries the prophecy   My mind is full of grief and despair   I am maybe the only one left to destroy   To destroy them all      I took the sword from my dying father's hand   His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail"      The warrior approached the forest of ice   And so the prophecy began   For it is written that a warrior will find   The way to avenge his family and brothers   And brothers in battle      I took the sword from my dying father's hand   His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail"      Deep in the forest of ice lies a valley   In the centre lies a crystal temple   The warrior knew this was a gateway to the gods   And so he entered the crystal temple      Creator of solid steel   Bless the coming battle   I promise you a great war   I will fight without fear      Creator of solid steel   Bless the coming battle   I promise you a great war   I will fight without fear   Without fear      The warrior's prayers were answered   At the foot of the crystal temple hundreds of warriors gathered   All drawn here by the prophecy of a great warrior who would lead them into a victory of vengeance   Brothers in arms, I promised the gods a great war   They follow us with great expectations and are anxious for the coming battle      We will not rest until Gorodar's head   Is nailed to our wall of battle trophies   Every enemy will regret, will regret their sins   Their death will not be without pain, without pain      The warrior approached the forest of ice   And so the prophecy began   For it is written that a warrior will find   The way to avenge his family and brothers   And brothers in battle      I took the sword from my dying father's hand   His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail"