the gathering

as i sense their steel

as i see the mighty one

as we all gather once again

the gods of war summon us. summon us

north wind blows to our valley

men with ships

with swords

with honour

their horses between flames

their dogs eating enemy childs

our heavenly father

what is this mortality

do you see my mortal agony

look

i see the shield up high

this must be the sign from my lord

this can be my death - sentence

what a fine day to die

taste of blood comes up high

wind blows hard

our men fall. one by one

this oath claims me

i must bleed for my generation

strong is the enemy

strong is my sword

the hammer is rising

i feel their cold steel

now when i leave this world

i shall open the mighty oaken gate

and we all shall gather once again