Landscape of discord Illuminated by a flame Almost extinct Behind the snowed rocks A tense environment is described With the cold Even the flowers have not died The rows are intact They look for honor The helmets shine Shields, spears and axes Standing men, fierce warriors Rise above the enemy And shine once more Soon we will be at home Do not fear Smell their fear Do not forgive The time has arrived The goddess of the golden wagon Has been reached by Skoll The darkness has fallen on our backs Paint the field Of brutality Glory is its color