As crimson coloures the sky - where ravens fly
And lonely we die
Noone who prays for us - noone whe cries
We die - to the place where our dead brothers lie
And now the cold grips my heart
A heart of ice - and the eyes like winter
A burning flame forever to remain
Just another grave in the cold without a name
Now darkness fills the sky - see the valkries fly
A last look to the sky above - we are warriors born to die