under the grayclouded winter sky

grey clouds - cover the winter sky

cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the ground

the icy wind

pierces the skin of waiting warriors

like spears

will pierce their bodies in battle

frosted

beards on pale grey faces

eyes of death

are burning with rage

glancing across the fields of tyr

in the early morning light

grey clouds - cover the winter sky

cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the ground

the icy wind

pierces the skin of waiting warriors

like spears

will pierce their bodies in battle

war cries break the silent wait

charging warriors rush to kill

swords are swung in the air

the gods of war are called

vikings with fire in soul

clash on the open field

slaying with powerful strokes

the snow is turning red

hooves gallop the plains

warlords on horsebacks

ride into battle

with a thunderous roar

the storm wind of death

blows across the field

sweeping with it

everything in its way

so the battle settles

alone stands just one man

under the grey-clouded winter sky - alone.