In The Gate Of Battles

You stand there, where your fathers fell
Where under your leg, lives mouldered
The wind whispers on the voice of fall
To make you resurrect and walk.

You got your body from the shades, where one can't see
Now it returns into your soul, what gloomy and causes pain.

With your last power you returned to the lake
Where your child lays among the waves
Your blood fell into its' cold water as thousand tears
Who died in the name of true fights call for Valhalla.

Fight comes, which buries every dream
Fight! Let your glorious death reach the battle
Under the tree your old home waits
Leave and die so your name
Won't be yelled by shades!

Odin's eye is looking your grave now
But your soul fights the battle again
The shades' nails are waiting you for nothing
Every drop is a sacrifice
Which saves your glorious death!