Battlecry -

The sky is painted by raging flames

And cindered are the clouds over far horizon

Whirlwinds of dust like waves

Are smashing against us

I can feel the savage earth shutting off my steps

Some shadows in circle are riding

Some of them from high are soaring

White wolves mounted by black ravens

Sended by Oden now are here for me

Sharpen is the wind, hard the soil

And frozen is the surrounding air, is tiring to breath

Cold snow from the sky slowly is falling down

The echoes of the war are bouncing in my head

Warm blood is carving a path over my skin

His bitter irony taste is filling my mouth

Leaned against a tree my sight is fading away

No time for tears death is coming

Take my soul and lead me to Valhalla

Where my ancestors are waiting

Among my brothers a proud einherjar

Ready to fight in the final war