Having no credit, Nelcher attacked Haval's territory,

It seems that they saw that above this fertile land,

How much food and honey paste there is.

Northerners never believe in promises,

Nor do we count not only on the gifts of the gods,

For there is only strength,

to be able to write the great Sakya.

·

The warriors lined up in the field, ready for battle,

Eight hundred men with weapons in their hands, and the opponent had three thousand warriors,

The sharp sword is engraved with runes that symbolize strength,

He abandoned his shield and held his weapon in both hands

The wolf's fur was draped over Björn's body,

And the bone armor protects Ronner's body.

·

"My warriors!

Odin is looking at us! Thor is looking at us too!

Don't let the gods down! Don't let your people down! ”

Hawar raised his axe and shouted at his enemies,

The warrior is full of enthusiasm, waiting for the call of the Valkyrie,

The enemy is hateful, but the warriors of the enemy also deserve respect,

At the banquet in Valhalla, we will eventually shake hands and make peace.

·

The berserker pounced on the enemy,

Wielding a long sword like a long whip,

The howling north wind, but the roar of the warriors,

The sword cut off the head of every warrior,

The hot blood will add a touch of warmth to this land,

Fur may not be able to stop the attack,

But the indomitable soul is able to resist everything.

·

The same is true of Lonna the dwarf,

Even if the bone armor is scattered, and the long axe is slippery with blood,

He never stopped his attacks,

The fist studded with wolf fangs pierced through the other party's face,

And the teeth bite off the other's nose, and then knock the skull into a bloody skull,

The wolf king will always accompany Lonner's soul,

Until the dwarves of the north, the end of his life.

·

"My lord!"

Hawar pulled the long axe off his chest, and nothing seemed to have happened.

"Björn! Come with me! ”

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye,

The northerners only take this as the truth,

The lord who has had one eye gouged out, his anger is never covered by his body,

He will only be satisfied if the enemy dies

·

It was a giant like an iron tower,

There are even two that are as tall as Jörn,

His great axe, no less than a stout oak,

Take a step, and the souls of the underworld will cheer for him,

Thanks to such a lord,

Send infinite wraiths to the place where they belong.

·

The long axe easily cut off Havar's weapon,

also wounded the opponent, and so did Lonner,

The wolf's skin was also cut in several large places,

Björn, who is fighting giants in mortal form,

But warriors are supposed to create myths,

Otherwise, the warrior is nothing more than a reckless man.

·

Nelcher's great axe is so powerful,

There is nothing in the world to find a power that can be matched,

It seems that only the nature of the mountains can suppress him,

Björn wants to win, so he doesn't want to hit the stone with an egg,

The other side is superior to strength, but speed is secondary,

A huge body must also have its flaws.

·

Like a mouse, Björn constantly harassed each other,

And the giant's wrath split the ground in two,

As a result, the sea poured in, and the earth changed dramatically.

But anger is not the solution to everything,

A true warrior should outwit, not brute force.

Split the earth again, and the giant's body was too far forward,

Like a prisoner waiting to be beheaded, he sticks his head in front of him.

·

The long sword did not cut off the opponent's head,

The giant Nelcher's muscles were too strong, and the weapon was entwined,

The neck was split in half, and the sword broke open.

"Tell me your name, unknown warrior."

Even so, the giant still spoke fluently,

"Björn, the warrior of Havar."

Tossing the severed handle aside, Bjorn picked up the weapon on the ground.

The battle is not over, even if the other side has returned to the Heroes.

·

"Hawar! Björn! ”

The warriors chanted their names,

The enemy receded like a tidal wave, leaving corpses in its wake.

The only remaining three hundred warriors supported each other,

Looking at the warrior who handed the long banner to his lord,

The head of the giant, picked on the tip of the flag,

And at their feet, there are only the remains of the vanquished!