Departure In The Night

At a stormy night
Where roughly voices and darkly tunes ring out
He rides fast by forests and meadows
Lead of a magic power it does not know a grace and no rest.

His will is strongly never less strength shrinks
Too strong for it, the strength of the wind.

The way is far
That the target makes courage, pride and honour
For the companions of the fame.

It defies all dangers, he's skillful with his sword and shield
All weapons sharpened the elbows strained
He is decided to the triumph each fight.

The way is far
That the target makes courage, pride and honour
For the companions of the fame.

The target is achieved, in the heathen village reported this people
Of his journeys and his acts
A large celebration in honours of the king
A feast so sumptuously with drink and meals.

The storm put, the night goes to end
Luck and joy a beautful time.

The way is far
That the target makes courage, pride and honour
For the companions of the fame.