Ulfhednir March

Ulfhednir March
Wolves howl in the wind
Blowing over the battlefield
The clash of iron can be heard
From a battle fought long ago

The smell of blood fills the air
Screams from the fallen ones
The ravens scream in hunger for death
Cutting sharp through the night

Rotting corpses lay all around
Ravens feast in their decomposed flesh
Wolves end the lifes of the wounded men
Their blood is colloring the snow

Valkyries brings the honorable ones
To the hall of the one eyed father
To sit by the throne of allfather Odin
Awaiting the final battle