| 作曲 : Holm, Joensen | |
| Longing eyes turn into the sun | |
| Low in the winter | |
| Grey as a wolf now the wind has come | |
| Cold as a hunter | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer | |
| Narrow eyes turn against the wind | |
| Out from the ocean | |
| Until the day when we sail again | |
| Life is a long pain | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer | |
| To the god of thunder | |
| The god that's protecting us all | |
| All hail to the giant hunter | |
| And hail to the forces of nature all | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer |
| zuo qu : Holm, Joensen | |
| Longing eyes turn into the sun | |
| Low in the winter | |
| Grey as a wolf now the wind has come | |
| Cold as a hunter | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer | |
| Narrow eyes turn against the wind | |
| Out from the ocean | |
| Until the day when we sail again | |
| Life is a long pain | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer | |
| To the god of thunder | |
| The god that' s protecting us all | |
| All hail to the giant hunter | |
| And hail to the forces of nature all | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer |
| zuò qǔ : Holm, Joensen | |
| Longing eyes turn into the sun | |
| Low in the winter | |
| Grey as a wolf now the wind has come | |
| Cold as a hunter | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer | |
| Narrow eyes turn against the wind | |
| Out from the ocean | |
| Until the day when we sail again | |
| Life is a long pain | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer | |
| To the god of thunder | |
| The god that' s protecting us all | |
| All hail to the giant hunter | |
| And hail to the forces of nature all | |
| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly | |
| Gone is the summer | |
| What will keep us warm in the winter | |
| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by | |
| Hail to the Hammer |