An ancient sign of coming storm

"Där tog en nordlig vind skeppet, s? att kungen ombord fördes med till strid mot tv? kungar De djärva kungarna Hälsade med pilskott Ordlöst i striden. Sköldarnas buller räckte." Blood red bows plough the waves Dragon heads grin Twenty ships with Norsemen braves Riding the northern wind They left their shores at early dawn As a red sun was rising in the east An ancient sign of coming storm Thunder of sword and shield Sails appear in the south Now every man prepare The sea will be colored by blood Battle is drawing near A mighty fleet of forty ships Two kings bring lethal steel No words spoken between enemies Just thunder of sword and shield A rain of arrows darkens the sun A cloud of wood and steel Through shields and flesh the arrows run Bringing warriors to their knees A war-cry loud as heimdal's horn Fills the vibrating air This is the place where heroes are born And where death is always near Here it comes the mighty storm Every man attacks Now is when heroes are born There is no turning back