Текст песни Gjallarhorn - Фолькванг

Here above the high cliff
The warrior bowed his head.
A cold shower on the face
Having smashed his fate with a sword.
I see hundreds of hands and faces
And sails are like wings of birds.
And plunged into a dream of steel,
The waves will merge into the noise of the sea.

Wild roar on the battlefield
And the voice of the gods is heard in the sky
And in a world like in the kingdom of dreams
There the clang of swords and the howling of wolves.

Under the clang of swords and cracking shields
There is a cloud of arrows overhead
Message to the Warriors - Call of the Gods
Skald sings about brave brothers

To the waves we are sailing
The lights of the burning legion
And who fell asleep in his last dream -
A long way in hand with a sword

No luck to enemies
Sparks carved steel
Black Hurricane Sword
Sings a death song

Raise your swords
Touching heaven.
Awaken the Valkyrie
On a cold night
Legends of the fallen
Let the winds blow
So giving rise
New heroes.