In ancient times once rode across the landnA man unknown on a horse of untold grand,nAdorned his cape by thirty runes of goldnOf whom the tales since ages unknown toldnnThe man arrived at the shore of seanAnd gazed onto the nightly sky,nHis ears could hear and his eyes could seenTwo ravens dark as night passing bynnIn a distance far the thunder soundsnAnd lightnings reached the frozen grounds,nHis breath ran fast, his heart pounded strongnAs the day now came, awaited oh so longnnTears will fall and blood will soon be shednWhen the dawn heralds the twilight of the daynThen into battle they will ride with their swords in handnFor a heathenish foraynnCountless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snownOver mountains 'till the landscape changed its facenSo he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chillnLike a welcome to all those who trod this placennHe in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his necknHe forced his way though he didn't saw the path,nBut he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chillnAnd the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hillnnHis eyes could see the forest shining brightnAnd it's trees reflected solens golden light,nThe sound of horns then reached his earsnTo welcome him and take away his fearsnnFrom all their lands the kings, they camenWith their retinue of countless men,nAnd the maiden in full armor sat on their horses,nWinged, until the right begannnSo he rested a while an recovered from his ride,nThe horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light,nAnd the elder ones sang tales about the past,nOf their ancestors pride, that will forever lastnnAs the darkness fell and gone was solens lightnThe silence ruled amongst the men of heathen pride,nWho gather in a mighty battle-linenAnd awaited their Gods to give the final sign