Winter's lost its grip The ocean is set free The ship glides through the broken ice Out to an open sea North winds fill the sails They fly on frothing seas As hope grows stronger in his breath It's easier to breathe Days turn into nights Nights turn into days His determination grows With every breath he takes There he stands alone One man against all With a sword in each hand Soon he will fall There he stands alone One man against all With a sword in each hand Heeding the call When they reach the Hanö bay There waits a ship of war Like the bear attacks its prey It comes at them with force "All men to the oars! Row for all you're worth! Most likely this Will be your last day On this wretched Earth!" The weak they try to run But he's prepared to fight One by one his friends are slain Only he remains He knows the end is near They have him in their jaws When a noble man appears He tells them: "withdraw!" There he stands before him As the skirmish quells He offers him: "Join our crew, or join your friends in Hell." There he stands alone One man against all With a sword in each hand And soon he will fall There he stands alone One man against all With a sword in each hand He's heeding the call