Blodet Er Styrken

A lightning bolt struck and the rain poured down
Sharp clangs of metal
A thunderous roar sounded when the steel first clashed
Only with will can this battle be won

The mind is the weapon
Courage is the shield
Blood is strength

Only one must remain on this battlefield.
The victor will honorably,
Raise a stone mound over the fallen bodies.
And pay the price to the enemy's kin

Shields splinter in time with the arch of sparks
Sent from Mjölnir with cheers for battle's luck.
The battlefield longs from ancient times
To be soaked with the blood of the fallen

Swords glinted blindly in the moonlight
And fatal blows were struck
A thunderous roar sounded when the steel met for the last time
The battlefield's respect has now risen with a life.