Doom is waiting behind the gates, staining our future in black
Unlucky chance for a beloved king is woven on brittle threads
All men united, their hearts are praying for the kingdom’s hope
As bonfires on bad lands, sadness burns every soul
Sleipnirin versojen matka
Ratsastajat etsivät hoidon
A son faces a dilemma and decides the way, broken in pain
A prince who loves his fatherland begins the hope’s journey
The roar of five horses galloping faded at sunrise
Carrying their riders to an uncertain and unknown end
Sleipnirin versojen matka
Ratsastajat etsivät hoidon
Helan asumus on tavoite
Ajan vasaat kilvassa
“Through the endless ways they arrive to the Home of mist
Trying to cross this forsaken place, one rider finds his grave
Their hearts are filled in sorrow but they keep the promise
Behind the river Gjöll, Helheim’s walls stand inert
Before the dismal gates, a savage ambush waits for them
Garn, the hellhound, mows the lives of two brave warriors
One horseman and our prince run away from the beast
At the hall of Helheim, Hela feels the mortals coming”
“Prince of pride, you’ve risked your life to save your father’ soul
And you have to know: your kingdom is now in danger
The king has died... long live to the king of Sleipnir’ scions
But the price for your freedom is the soul of your loyal subject
Fire and rage, blood and tears will receive you, sovereign
Your merciless sword will seal the fury of invaders
From dust, you’ll hold up the crown of justice
And shall rule over the lands of Sleipnir’ scions”

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