Coming Home Twilight
Landscape of discord
Illuminated by a flame
Almost extinct

Behind the snowed rocks
A tense environment is described
With the cold
Even the flowers have not died

The rows are intact
They look for honor
The helmets shine
Shields, spears and axes
Standing men, fierce warriors

Rise above the enemy
And shine once more
Soon we will be at home

Do not fear
Smell their fear
Do not forgive
The time has arrived
The goddess of the golden wagon
Has been reached by Skoll

The darkness has fallen on our backs
Paint the field
Of brutality
Glory is its color