Tis The Last Rose Of Summer - Martha and the Vandellas

I walk on misty pathways. Where my journey leads I do not know. I just follow my inner voice. Longer and longer on misty pathways I go. I travel into an unknown

In this realm of the old spirits There is neither day nor night. Mighty powers of the past shall soon Be woken from their dormancy in the land Of lurking twilig

The peace has been broken. My brothers has all fallen By treacherous mens betrayal. Their blood painted the plains red. I swear this act will be their last I'll

I fullmĺnens sken hetsjakten gĺr Medan muns gälla stämma i skogen skär. Groteska skratt ur trollkäft hörs Ty färden mot helvetets hĺlor bär.

Under the banner of our gods We ravage this land of heresy. In the name of the Aesirs we are chosed To fight this invading christianity. Under the banner of mig

We the kingdom's best men Proudly walk the fields, The forests and the mountains Ready to defend it with our steel. We march towards the battlefield, With hate