Fixed look to the hand What now after so many battle To forge the swords for the new lands And they defend the honor of their brothers His frozen look has seen to pass So many dead bodies, a lot of wins And so many armors, have made him Strong and fierce Of his sword! His tired eyes are lost In the cold of the Scandinavian mount Only the blade of the sword Will breaks the surreal silence Blacksmith of the north It hands down your values, you Spread your swords The memory of brave Vikings What it rests in Valhalla with your honor Obscurity decides the destiny of battles But you, determined, continuous to sharpen swords As himself in battle, feel like fighting But the signs of the time prevent you from it Blacksmith of the north, defend your ideal Your courage, your weapon Will be remembered once that You wont belong to this world The mission that brings before He has marked it in the body And he has traced his walk He is a brave warlike, a lover of the steel What in his hands becomes icy A lover of the steel And anything sinks!
sword, blacksmith, battle, defend, honor