Paroles de Fjärran

And high above the dinning stound of dwarfs and men, and elven sound. Hearing Demons, came from afar, Smelling the banquet-feast of war. Came in black flocks to norsemen plains, to drink the blood-wine from their veins. There by the wide and windy shore the waves are stained in blood-red gore. Songs from beyond, the skalds play a song to their sun-god Frey. And far away from the shore hark on the ocean's angry roar see how the very stones are tost by raging waves on the coast. And your ship, with glancing sides Must sail to the ocean's tides must sail to unknown shores and the war sounds are heard no more.