The wind blows, the clouds
Go by past the moon
Wordless for the terror
The only things left
Are the remembrances from the ancient times!
Thor's power was not enough
To bring thee back to life
I still hear thy cry,
When three arrows
Pierced thy back.

The battle was full of bloodshed,
The enemy too strong,
And yet thou went on fighting bravely!
However, just a matter of time,
Your strength left you,
Your life ran away.

Now here I stand,
A thick fog arises
Dims my sight.
Again I see for the last time
In the glory of the battle
The place where now thou rest in peace;
In the grave thou lie.