Med blanke sverd
Mot kongens menn ventet grusom hevn
og ei gudene kunne hjelpe dem ne
Ravnen kom, glupsk og gredig
for e fretse: lik av falne menn
Spydene strakk seg etter smertefull dd
hjelmer knustes av ulvhedners ks
Fem hundre menn av baneser falt
i hrskarens mte i ufredens barm.
[English translation:]
Corpses Of Fallen Men
Proud men in army rank went
With shining sword
Against the king's men waited a cruel destiny
And no gods could help them now
The ravens came voracious and greedy
To gorge: corpses of fallen men
Spears stunk behind the painful dead
Helmets broken by werewolves' axes
Five hundred men died of mortal wound
In the host's clash in the war's embrace
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
