The enemy has come for you. Hear the pounding thunder hooves. There's no time to run or hide. Draw the weapon from your side. . When they ride out from morning mist.
Miklagaard has been our home. For twenty years or more. We've lent our axes, spears and swords. In service of the emperor. . We are loyal warriors. That's the oath we gave.
There comes Fenris' twin. His jaws are open wide. The serpent rises from the waves. . Jormundgandr twists and turns. Mighty in his wrath. The eyes are full of primal hate.
There comes Lopt, the treacherous. Lusting for revenge. He leads the legions of the dead. Towards the Aesir's realm. . They march in full battle dress.
'I'm out of breath. And all my muscles ache. It feels like spikes. With every step I take. . My heart beats. It's about to burst. This day my luck. Turned to the worse.
The pack of wolves. Are closing in. Now, hear the howling beasts. They move fast. Through the winter woods. And soon it's time to feast. . A vicious hunt.
The blade I swing is black as night. Black as my soulless heart. It bears the burden of many lives. But I don't feel remorse. . I lent my sword to anyone.
Standing firm against all odds. Guarding the most sacred home. We protect the realm of gods. Our destiny is carved in stone. . Three evil giants. Of the south.
See them gathered on the plains now. See an army strong and vast. As long as one of us remains here. None of them will ever pass. . Here they come so raise the shields high.
I stroke the blade with my hand,. The sharp edge cuts the skin.. Blood drips to the rain-wet sand;. My journey can begin.. . Once a slave, but now I'm free.