Butcher's Bench - Compos Mentis

Soldiers at fortress dania, in you we trust

For generations you haven’t let this kingdom down

We will soon have stopped this invading enemy

And this war will once again be part of history

It’s so cold here in the middle of nowhere

Just got command to retreat

This bitter cold is taking the lives of my sons

Artillery shells following our trail

I just want to fight, I’m so bitter

I just want to use my sword and kill

Now we are leaving men behind

Fighting a war that is already lost

Oh, fortress Dania

Our protector, our forefathers' grave

Built by the old kings

An honourable place to die

While protecting the precious kingdom

Our soldiers are marching

Protect us from the lords of the south

Protect our precious kingdom, protect our king

Stand and fight

Oh, fortress Dania, we leave you behind

Our forefathers' grave, built by the old kings

Where I was meant to die

While protecting my fatherland

Den skjærende Blæst, den fygende Snee, Mørket, Veiens glathed vare overalt eens

Endogsaa på Gaderne og de aabne Pladser i Byen og Omegnen

Hvor Hestene overalt staae under aaben Himmel

Bundne til Pæle

Medens Soldaterne ligge ved deres Side

Som de bedst kunde

Maatte Mennesker og Dyr lide under det afskyelige Føre og kæmpe med den heftige

Storm

Som Himlen sendte dem

Medens ikke faa af dem i deres Hjerte forbandede Kongernes Taabelighed

Som netop vilde føre Krig i Vinterens Hjerte