The Rune's Song

I am chanting a rune song
Carved spell on a Moon rock
On our proud great vast land
You were gathered at night where we attacked

My chant, goes relentless
Moon’s shining in blood red
Your souls has escaped
Sky stallions are carrying the brave

I see you scattered to the ground, no wounds on your back
You died were you stand, by the cross, by the axe
Defending your folk, sworn faith to the gods
That you shall find again on ragnarok’s day

Stay put on your sword and fight on by the gods
My arms holds your blood, on winter’s cruel cold
Listen to rune song and fear not midgard’s giants’ size
My chanting is magic that calls you all again to
Rise!

(Oh) remember that time is thinner than ice
The bold and the brave from death shall escape
All father knows when our battle will end
We all have been summoned on this final glorious day

Now stand next to me
Gather your swords, gather you shields
Get prepared till that day
When all father shall prevail