Battle Under a Grey Cluded Sky

In a land where the cold reigns,
The mountains touch the sky,
And the winds blow with rage,
A horde of warriors ride.

Shiny swords and axes,
Heavy shield and armors,
Armies ready to fight,
Where the strong will survive.

Odin... The battle begins,
Never surrender fight with pride,
Odin... God of war,
Lead us to our victory...

...Odin... The battle begins,
Never surrender fight with pride,
Odin... God of war,
Lead us to our victory.

Ships sailing in the norther seas,
Wariors conquering other lands,
Fighting bravely with rage,
With the pagan gods by their side.

Warriors fallen in battle,
We´ll remember you forever,
Valhalla awaits you,
To live like heroes eternally,
This is your last battle...

With the triumph in your hands,
Now you can return to home,
The grey clouded Motherland.

Odin... The battle begins,
Never surrender fight with pride,
Odin... God of war,
Lead us to our victory.