Under the Grayclouded Winter Sky
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 wargods are called
Vikings with fire in soul
Clash in 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
Everyone in its way
So the battle settles
Alone stands just one man
Under the grey clouded winter skies alone