Staring int odying flames
Moon as my only guard
It’s too late to hesitate
Only the weak suffer in this life
It’s the way of the warrior
This path before me
Destined to be the king
Of battlefields
It’s the eve of the bloodshed:
Women and mead!
From the skulls of my foes
Tomorrow, i’ll drink
I shall honour my blade
With deeds, not with hollow words
Men will kneel when they hear my name
Before i laugh and rip out their wretched hearts
Kalevala 26:
Siell on miehet miekka vyöllä
Urohot sota-aseissa
Humala**a hullut miehet
Pahat paaljo juotuansa
There are warriors with broadswords
Heroes clad in mail of copper
Are on beer intoxica ted
By the beer are much embittered