They came down from the northern hills on winters final day
 With swords and axes in their hands to take us all away
 But from the border fortress build atop a nearby hill
 Twenty men came riding (in their eyes the lust to kill)

 And at the center of our village, 'neath the ancient hanging tree
 The riders met the enemies and it was not a place to be
 Soon the first had fallen (red blood covered all the ground)

 And when the northmen had turned heels we came to see the bitter cost
 That to defend our village many lives of brave men had been lost
 So we turned our gazes from the corpses and we went to gather wood
 For the pyres of our saviors to be burning well and good
 And as the sun was slowly setting blackend smoke rose to the sky
 Silence fell in mourning of the ones who had to die

 They came down from...