Over mountains and through thorns
Through the dark, evil forest
Die like a warrior, head on a tree
Cutting through meat, needles deep down in the skin
Ravens' beaks will revel in blood
After the battle has happened
Armored bodies in a terrible fight
Axes planted, souls suffered
Cold swords as the skin opens
Hair that smells fresh of blood
When the Norse people rage they'll slaughter the others
When black people knock too loudly en every door