en eld over vinterns himmel
drakens svans en bister glod
branda lik och forkolnat kott
kralar sig runt i drapets lusta
ingen sett maken till gudars storm
ur vinters kyla da draken gled
det mindes man i slakters led
slukades av jordens andar
en gava av stal ur sjon da steg
ingen sett maken till gudars storm
tail of the dragon a gloomy flame
crossed the northern skies
burnt cadavers and charred meat
squirming in the pleasure of slaughtering
the night when the kingdom fell
never has been seen such a godly storm
from the coldness of winter the dragon glided
it shall be remembered through family lines
one swallowed by the spirits of the earth
a gift of steel from the lake climbed the sky
never has been seen such a godly storm