Played in the dining hall for Zorka and Hendrick.
Once more we fight for a home lost long ago
Under a boiling red sun we march
It will be witness to the last beat of our hearts
The last breath of our lungs.
Under a boiling red sun we march
It will be witness to the last beat of our hearts
The last breath of our lungs.
From an endless winter approach children of hatred and hunger
Teeth snap and snarl in fury
Mouths howl in madness
But our blades shall bring them blåsväder.
The eternal dance begins anew (I sought this song)
Iron makes its home in flesh, the maw lands true
A warrior falls to the ice, death bound (Who shall sing to her?)
But she rises, singing the song of life.
Once more we return to our home held fast
Under the cold white moon we march
It knows death will have its payment one day
But today, our heart still beats – our lungs still breathe.