Текст песни Бергтора - Рагнарёк

The wind of battles awaits the sky
The last wave awaits the sea ..
The third winter, no one was
In my house by the gray rocks ...
Birds of spears and songs of wounds,
Heartache and eternal fear ..
Why are jew's harps groaning in the distance ??
The old world rested in feasts !!!

I see
The ghost of victory
On the shores of the wind
In our mountains of the ancients !!
Not left alive
Gardens of lights
And born in them !!!

The birds sang, the wind died down
Breathing in the taste of death
And the main horn called to the ting
Gods and their children !!
The gray helmsman word
Will not stop us !!
And the wings will grow, barely
The soul will lose its eyes ...