Do not look at the world through the eyes of naive,
It bypasses the true side.
Do not play with fate - she's playing with us,

All the rules are true to it alone

In the battle!

Without hope to survive
Sense of place above
Words Wounded Soul


Two coins in my eyes,
Shall flee buying a tear

After Gjöll ferryman said:
"Not so fast
In Hel "


You soot draw happiness
The faces of the enemy.

Fear thy trembling in power
Wrath of the gods.


Stop!
A dozen of the Valkyries
For you sailed,

Look up!

Opened the door to Valhalla

For you - the hero - praise.
Hel let rot without you
Eynhery!