A feared barbarian warrior Arrived from the could northern lands A man- beast, slayer a hungry wolf stalking his prey Owned the steel hardly beaten by anyone Earned his fame on the cruelest of quests Looted and destroyed With no one to tame his fervour and rage Wealthy catch of gold and steel And also a usual salt for his meat Later on the beast merged his blood with the eastern pagan pack To conquer vast lands, leaving the trail almost everywhere Swept all who stood in his way Ransaked temples, cities and towns k**ed all, no exceptions All that remained was burnt dust Wealthy catch of gold and steel And also a usual salt for his meat The man fought in armor or naked to the point of exhaustion No one was found on the earth to break his strength Trudging and falling with weariness He kept going on and nothing could stop him With a sword cut he stood up Again and again, like a dreadful ghost