Bathory Home Of Once Brave

Out of the water
The cold black Nordic sky
Risen towards the eternal sky
The land lays open and free
Up high the Mountains
Where the wind catch its speed and chill
Snowstorms are born
And rage loud through the valleys and the hills
Above two Ravens
Messengers of the wise One eyed God
Who rules this land
Of the strong and the great
And tall
Beautiful
Behold this thy land
Open and free
This thy home of the brave