Above the lord's dinner there was silence,

Because the true king is no longer here,

Björn, a loyal and brave warrior,

Already resting in the ruins of the dragon ship.

The frost-like face is exposed outside the body,

Like black iron and oak, the solid muscles hold up the garment,

When the Grim Reaper saw it, he only looked surprised.

And only Loki could look at him with a smile.

·

It was a stubborn and brave child,

While others are in ignorance,

He has overcome his brother,

Age is not what limits his abilities,

For only the soul can hold on to eternity.

And ambition and loyalty do not conflict,

People are loyal because of the wilderness.

·

When he was first remembered by outsiders,

Not because of merit, nor because of my father

It's the trouble he broke through.

Because the child provoked his own family,

insulted his sister and mother,

He beat the children until they couldn't stand,

And proudly spat bloody saliva on their faces.

·

Bjorn, Bjorn, the naughty Bjorn

It's a name that's a headache within the clan.

He has the strength of a bear, and the eyes of an eagle,

When trouble comes, no one can stop it,

And before the adults come, it's easy to escape.

Sword and shield, that is the inevitable choice of the warrior,

But warriors, when will they be human?

·

The death of his father seems to have made him understand war,

When you see the severed limbs,

He was no different from a normal child,

No, he is the essence of a child.

And from that time on, there was no one to control it,

This seemingly insane Björn

·

The young Björn loved falconry,

Bows and arrows easily pass through white clouds,

And the spear easily pierces the sky,

So he chose the short axe in his hand.

Sharp eyes staring at the prey in front of them,

The giant eagle stared at the humans on the ground,

It preys on humans, but spares the weak

It destroys the nation, but spares the people.

It will bring down all the suffering of the sinful

And it will spare the innocent.

·

"Answer me, young warrior"

The giant eagle waved its body and landed on the top of the mountain,

The long wings obscured the sky in the eyes of young Björn,

It's like everything after dusk.

"I am Harald, the king of the weak who guards the continent.

I don't slaughter the weak, I don't kill the innocent.

Why are you aiming your weapon at me? ”

The giant eagle stared at Björn in front of him,

He was a child, but he had the soul of a warrior

·

"Björn, son of Lonnal."

The little warrior looked fearlessly at the eagle,

The axe in his hand never trembled,

Instead, he was eager to try, as if there was just a sea fish in front of him

"Why did the gods let you exist, Harald?

Humanity on the continent, ruled only by humans,

And when we die, we are used by the gods,

The weak are dragged into the underworld by the gods.

Since you protect the weak,

But why should they be dragged into the underworld? ”

·

The unpleasant action makes the mountains and forests roar,

The vibrating wings make the avalanche like water.

"The weak are protected by me.

Because the weak must grow.

The innocent of the north, but children,

And the man is innocent, and he will only be reduced to a weapon,

If a woman is innocent, she will only be reduced to a plaything.

Since you have the knowledge of the strong,

Why a child's thoughts? ”

·

Harald departed, while Bjorn watched.

He withdrew his throwing axe,

Turned into the deep forest,

The falcon only needs strength,

And wolf hunting takes into account intelligence.

Björn who slaughtered the wolves,

One of his left ears was torn off,

And a crack was torn open in the stomach

He held his entrails,

Step by step, he walked back.

But after returning to the tribe,

For the first time, however, he was boasted about by his tribe.