En hjältes väg [English translation]

See and observe how the glory of the banners

in the light from the flaming torches

Makes heart burn and beat in rhythm

in fighting spirit, mead splatter and rush!

Se the front sometimes look like the son of a God

a descendant from snowstorms and frost

Reconciled with the destiny of having a borrowed life

as long as the blade won't crumble by rust

When the dawn bleeds they fight like brothers

and the sun is red as blood

Like Siegfried on the land of Fafner

amongst dangers, corruption and betrayal

He holds the soul and the body strong

in the blood-filled game of honour

And each time he's called by the winds of war

with sails towards a flaming journey

he caresses gently the cheek of his woman

but with an iron fist he grabs his sword

The blade is drawn

The hour of the wold is upon us

Forward - towards glory and death!

In the veins his noble blood rushes

he fears not sacrificing his own life

His heart is filled with heroic courage

on the way to a new attack

For the one wanting to wander in the tracks of heroes

he does what he has to and can

he does not yield, he stands where he stands

to be able to fall and die as a man

With blood it's written

that the acts in life

will be the souls last judgement

Crowned winner by the falling oak leafs

fearless he fights his wars

All the glory his acts have achieved

shall be remembered in all of time

A heroes way is a tangled trail

who few ever finds the end of

It runs through blood, through fire and war

and lead to the graves of heroes

He doesn't look back, he doesn't look forward

He begins his last attack

Sees the guardian of the flag fall, valkyries calling

He slaughters - on his way to Valhall!

A hero on his way to Valhall!

• Artist:Raubtier
• Album:Skriet Från Vildmarken (2010)