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. . .