In this world a single eye is watching, ravens carry news to c***f of gods. Thunder cracks the sky above the mountains, you just need to close your eyes to feel the hammer fall now. Golden fields spread out beyond the woodland, long dead kings are buried under mound. Path to well of wisdom lies before you, keep your senses sharp and hide your weapons under your cloak. Runes carves in tree and stone, you walk on heathen ground. Along forgotten roads, you walk on heathen ground. Smoke is dancing on the lake this evening, and the wolves they hide among the trees. Shades of red are forming in the skyline, lift your head, soon you will see the signal fires burn high. By the campfire eyes glow with the embers, sleepless dreams of warriors at sea. Soon enough the frost will take its hold here, comes the icy wind from north or comes it from within you. Through woods and open plains, you walk on heathen ground. The longing grips you now, you walk on heathen ground. Suddenly the rays of light grow brighter, horse's hooves are heard, eight of the kind. Mind is strong but muscle force is fading, death has come too soon again but your lips form a last smile. A final toast your cups are almost empty, brothers hailing as you leave the hall. See the beauty of the land around you, wisdom is to know inside that you have found your home here. Runes carves in tree and stone, you walk on heathen ground. Along forgotten roads, you walk on heathen ground. Through woods and open plains, you walk on heathen ground. The longing grips you now, you walk on heathen ground.