An Ancient Sign Of Coming Storm

"Där tog en nordig vind

skeppet, så att kungen

ombord fördes med

till strid mot två kungar

De djärva kungarna

hälsade med pilskott

Ordlöst i striden

Sköldarnas buller räckte."



Blood red bows plough the waves

Dragon heads grin

Twenty ships with horsemen braves

Riding the northern wind



They left their shores at early dawn

As a red sun was rising in the east

An ancient sign of coming storm

Thunder of sword and shield



Sails appear in the south

Now every man prepare

The sea will be colored by blood

Battle is drawing near



A mighty fleet of forty ships

Two kings bring lethal steel

No words spoken between enemies

Just thunder of sword and shield



A rain of arrows darkens the sun

A cloud of wood an steel

Through shields and flesh the arrows run

Bringing warriors to their knees



A war-cry loud as heimdal's horn

Fills the vibrating air

Here is where heroes are born

And where death is always near



Here it comes, the mighty storm

Every man attacks

Now is when heroes are born

There is no turning back