The seventh child
The seventh death
The dark is wild
The clouds are red
There's no sky -
there're only flames
A dragon's cry -
the Evil came!

Swords and nails
meet in battle.
Beasts and men
are slashing like cattle.
Death and tears,
rage and blood.
War and fears,
bodies in the flood.

The battle is rising,
the Evil is strong.
A hero is standing
with blood on his sword.

The warriors are killing
Noone will flee
Their weapons are singing,
in Valhalla they'll meet!

Some of them fell,
the others survived.
But in future they'll tell -
"For freedom they died!"