The wind is blowing cold Black clouds at the sky Our souls would cry in silent prayers Our hearts prepared to die Face to face with the enemy We can't win this fight Our eyes filled with tears But there's no way out Voices of fellow soldiers Their blood soak the ground The war like a deathride With a merciless sound Theatre of war With a curtain of fear I see their arrows fly Now our end is here The hour has come Thousand souls leave their home To follow their father's steps at dawn We promised to fight For a place in Valhalla With clashing steel One last time And never again