With eyes set to kill
And clothes drenched in blood
With the scent of death and agony
Under the stars of the North
In the midst of night
A deed of vengeance arose
They took from him, his own blood
A son he raised and loved
They took his pride
He took their lives
The death cries filled the open air
But nothing would stop him
From the heroic deed
One man, Hjortr
Versus an army, alone
He struck them all
And softened his hatred
A lesson to be learned for the murderous men:
Never underestimate the rage of a father
Of a tribesman!
