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At the mountains of northlands he was born

In the cold winter he grew

Governed by the laws of the steel

A pure blood warrior

In the face of death he shows courage

Many battles he won

And the death in defense of his people

Is a glorious end

Take the great sword of steel and face the death

This is your fate

Fight with honour and finds your glorious end

Valhalla awaits

With his sword and shield he went into battle

To defend his land

And he fought with barbarian hordes

Incarnating the storm

Filling his heart with fury and seeking

The blood of enemies

And if death finds him on battlefield

Will be a glorious death