Running over landscapes of ice and snow
Hiding the sword that carries the prophecy
My mind is full of grief and despair
I am maybe the only one left to destroy
To destroy them all

I took the sword from my dying father's hand
His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail"

The warrior approached the forest of ice
And so the prophecy began
For it is written that a warrior will find
The way to avenge his family and brothers
And brothers in battle

I took the sword from my dying father's hand
His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail"

Deep in the forest of ice lies a valley
In the centre lies a crystal temple
The warrior knew this was a gateway to the gods
And so he entered the crystal temple

Creator of solid steel
Bless the coming battle
I promise you a great war
I will fight without fear

Creator of solid steel
Bless the coming battle
I promise you a great war
I will fight without fear
Without fear

The warrior's prayers were answered
At the foot of the crystal temple hundreds of warriors gathered
All drawn here by the prophecy of a great warrior who would lead them into a victory of vengeance
Brothers in arms, I promised the gods a great war
They follow us with great expectations and are anxious for the coming battle

We will not rest until Gorodar's head
Is nailed to our wall of battle trophies
Every enemy will regret, will regret their sins
Their death will not be without pain, without pain

The warrior approached the forest of ice
And so the prophecy began
For it is written that a warrior will find
The way to avenge his family and brothers
And brothers in battle

I took the sword from my dying father's hand
His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail"