Lletres: Alsvartr. Live In Eidsvoll. Battle Ground.

Everywhere I see I see rotting corpses
They folish grin disquise me
This is what remains of a graet battle
Where we fought for our nation

This was our battleground
This was where we fought
Where the air was filled with screams
screams from men in rage
Where the ground was filled with blood
blood from our enemy

(now the ravens pick out their eyes)
(now the wolfs eat their flesh)

This was our battleground
This was where we fought
Now we collect the spoils
and show Odin our grattitude
History will not forget
what we accomplished

This was our battleground
This was where we fought