in dark and endless nights,
fire´s giving gloomy light,
in the great hall we sit together,
while outside the stormclouds gather,
an oaken table,mighty walls,
the glory circle in these halls,
listen to songs of forgotten aeons,
the story of the nightmare demon,
when we are gathered in the hall,
they tell a wintertale,
of a time that is gone,
they are singing their song
from a distance, some faint light,
coming closer, like ghosts in the night,
it´s a courier, and what he brings,
from the darkness, are bad tidings,
the evil demon, back from the dead,
darker than ever, again he spreads,
gaining force to, retaliate,
was our fight, to no avail
when we are gathered in the hall,
they tell a wintertale,
of a time that is gone,
they are singing their song
hope is weakened, (our) pride is gone,
it´s all in vain, and nothing´s won,
fear is rising, the tide has turned,
the golden future, is all burned,
feeling bitter, and crestfallen,
my way home now, is stolen,
without mercy, and all our might,
no surrender, we´ll take the fight
when we are gathered in the hall,
they tell a wintertale,
we will fight till it´s won,
till the last man is gone