He arrived amidst the devastation
To a village once so peaceful
Roofs glowed in the colors of flames
The blood of loved ones covered the land
Wrath was raised, soaring to the heavens
So many were already on the path to Tuonela
But they wouldn't take him with them yet
Though he gathered his troops from the nearly beaten
His rage alone made the cruel enemy tremble
Perhaps a hundred corpses he trampled beneath him
Whoever got mercy only met an axe to the neck
'Unleash the blades of your swords
Wet the cold iron!
Grant them from your wrath
Drown them in a river of gore!'
'Hide behind your shields
If you wish to get past us
You'll have to bury every last one of us!'
Few were spared to tell the tale
Thus the blood began to flow stronger
And so the hero's time also came
An ornate sword in his grasp
But the unbending man, with brothers by his side
Lives on forever in the sagas