And the clang and clash of armies
Beautiful the strife for conquest
Rains came over to the north
Floods of lies to drown the old gods
A storm rose within the hearts of the enslaved
Ode for my ancestors' blood
The seer foresaw the curse from above
Like a roar of approaching Giant horde
In the moors and in the marshes
On the borders of the woodlands
The marched like approaching giant horde.
When I yield my life forever
Bravely will I fall in battle
Fall upon the field of glory
Beautiful to die in armour
