Hans Siste Vinter

His last winter

Hans Siste Vinter

A man went to make a fireEn mann dro for å lage ild
If the heart burned, his soul was wildOm hjertet brant, hans sjel var vill
In a battle where father was forgottenI et slag hvor far var glemt
It was his long, cold, last winterDet ble hans lange, kalde, siste vinter

A warrior great with a hardened mindEn kriger stor med kovnet sinn
Into the misty valley he was ledI tåkedal han ble ført inn
From his Aryan palaceFra sitt ariske palass
It was his last, long, cold, last winterDet ble hans siste, lange, kalde, siste vinter

White Christ and Jew are now celebratingKvitekrist og jøde feirer nå
They believe that Odin will perishDe tror at Odin vil forgå
But the battle has now begunMen kampen den har nå begynt
It is his first honorable victoryDet er hans første ærefulle seier