A morte rouba-nos sempre os melhores

Now that the wind called my name

And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space

And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame

For the ones who stood me near

And you few who were me dear

I ask of thee to have no doubts and no fears

For when the great clouds fills the air

And the thunder roars from o, so far away up in the sky

Then for sure you will know that I have reached the joyous hall up high

With my bloodbrothers at side

All sons of father with one eye

We were all born in the land of the blood on ice

And now you all who might hear my song

Brought to you by the northern wind have no fear

Though the night may seem so everlasting and forever dark

There will come a golden dawn

At ends of nights for all yee on whom

Upon the northstar always shines

The vast gates to hall up high

Shall stand open wide and welcome you with all its within

And Oden shall hail us bearers of a pounding hammerheart

Hammerheart - Bathory