Текст песни Вихор - Військо північних морів

In the middle of a winter fierce night
The ancient army rose from the mound.
The eyes are filled with moonlight.
Nothing kept the knights of death.

The night blizzard took them in its arms
Transparent ice of the northern seas.
Where are their homeland, wives and children.
Where fjords give birth to new people.

The army remembered how in a roaring storm
The path was paved from the heart to the Sun.
They knew that they would perish in the inevitable,
They went without a doubt to their ancestors.

But the real heroes of death do not know
Going to the realm of eternal shadows.
With weapons in battle like stars burn,
And glory sings in the sound of swords.