Many a thing may change during all the days,
A mighty man wanders free on this earth,
Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade,
When he heard is when he laid down his life.
Borne on his shield, his sword lying on his chest,
The Northern Gate they passed through,
They marched on to the eastern mound where they laid him down,
Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all.
[Refrain: 2x]
Hear the heathen call,
Time will take us all,
And hear the heathen cry,
Finally we die.
All knew our greatest times had come to an end,
We proudly carved a memorial stone
There to stand alone through the ages long,
Lasting onto later times of the world.
Many a thing may change during all the days,
A mighty man wanders free on this earth,
Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade,
Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all.
[Refrain]
So hear the heathen call,
Time will take us all,
And only time will tell,
Time will bid us all farewell.