Many a thing may change during all the days

A mighty man wanders free on this earth

Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade

When he heard is when he laid down his life

Borne on his shield, his sword lying on his chest

The Northern Gate they passed through

They marched on to the eastern mound where they laid him down

Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all

Hear the heathen call

Time will take us all

And hear the heathen cry

Finally we die

So hear the heathen call

Time will take us all

And only time will tell

Time will bid us all farewell

All knew our greatest times had come to an end

We proudly carved a memorial stone

There to stand alone through the ages long

Lasting onto later times of the world

Many a thing may change during all the days

A mighty man wanders free on this earth

Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade

Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all

Hear the heathen call

Time will take us all

And hear the heathen cry

Finally we die

So hear the heathen call

Time will take us all

And only time will tell

Time will bid us all farewell