Soldiers' Angels

The sky is painted by raging flames
 And cindered are the clouds over far horizon
 Whirlwinds of dust like waves
 Are smashing against us
 I can feel the savage earth shutting off my steps
 Some shadows in a circle are riding
 Some of them from high are soaring
 White wolves mounted by black ravens
 Sended by Oden now are here for me
 Sharpen is the wind, hard the soil
 And frozen is the surrounding air, is tiring to breath
 Cold snow from the sky slowly is falling down
 The echoes of the war are bouncing in my head
 Warm blood is carving a path over my skin
 His bitter irony taste is filling my mouth
 Leaned against a tree my sight is fading away
 No time for tears death is coming
 Some shadows in a circle are riding
 Some of them from high are soaring
 White wolves mounted by black ravens
 Sended by Oden now are here for me
 Take my soul and lead me to Valhalla
 Where my ancestors are waiting
 Among my brothers a proud einherjar
 Ready to fight in the final war