Battleground

We walk under the sleep-filled sky of an autumn nearing its end
Silent thoughtful the wind sings of past memories,
Over theses hills that have already seen so many deaths
The hour of battle approaches

We will fight with pride to defend our lands
The sun dies in the distance, over the hills
The first torch's light pierce the floating veils of mist

At last the enemy comes into sight
Lo there do I see my father
Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the very beginning
Lo there do call to me

They bid me take my place
Among them in the hall of Valhalla
Where the brave may live forever
Time seems to stand still, as if the battle would never end

Black clouds gather in the burning sky
More and more deaths, we will gain victory by any means

The dead riders in the storm Destiny is fulfilled
The sound of moans, the weakest gave in to the pain
The last gasps of life
Hate and destruction