under the grayclouded winter sky

, grey clouds - cover the winter sky, cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the ground, the icy wind, pierces the skin of waiting warriors, like spears, will pierce their bodies in battle, frosted, beards on pale grey faces, eyes of death, are burning with rage, glancing across the fields of tyr, in the early morning light, grey clouds - cover the winter sky, cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the ground, the icy wind, pierces the skin of waiting warriors, like spears, will pierce their bodies in battle, war cries break the silent wait, charging warriors rush to kill, swords are swung in the air, the gods of war are called, vikings with fire in soul, clash on the open field, slaying with powerful strokes, the snow is turning red, hooves gallop the plains, warlords on horsebacks, ride into battle, with a thunderous roar, the storm wind of death, blows across the field, sweeping with it, everything in its way, so the battle settles, alone stands just one man, under the grey-clouded winter sky - alone.