Once there was a warrior Who has proudly fighted and conquered Many times in his life he awaked from sleep When he lost his left hand in his final battle He fighted with only sword in the right hand
He was a sacred man of dwarves He got powers from the march with the magical horn He did a great trip with vikings He found many wrecks and brought the treasures to the kings
His name reads in the walls of grottos He'll never die in the tale of heathens His sword was honoured by blood His town praised his skills of fight His ennemies respected him He was a dangerous man in the ancient times His wisdom is written in the chronicles He won't stop living in the minds
He was a sacred man of dwarves He got powers from the march with the magical horn He did a great trip with vikings He found many wrecks and brought the treasures to the kings
