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We walk under the sleep-filled sky of an autumn nearing its end

Silent thoughtful the wind sings of past memories,

Over theses hills that have already seen so many deaths

The hour of battle approaches

We will fight with pride to defend our lands

The sun dies in the distance, over the hills

The first torch's light pierce the floating veils of mist

At last the enemy comes into sight

Lo there do I see my father

Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the very beginning

Lo there do call to me

They bid me take my place

Among them in the hall of Valhalla

Where the brave may live forever

Time seems to stand still, as if the battle would never end

Black clouds gather in the burning sky

More and more deaths, we will gain victory by any means

The dead riders in the storm Destiny is fulfilled

The sound of moans, the weakest gave in to the pain

The last gasps of life

Hate and destruction