Strenghtened bravemen hearts

Ride with the pale moon

Reach for the source of wisdom

In the glare of the guiding star


Visions of a pure land

As fires haunt

The chains are unbound

The visions shall be true


A throne is risen

For the bravehearted northmen

Sprung out of the source of wisdom

With pure pagan blood


Ages of the elders return

Fallen upon the traitor's hand

The curs shall be slain

Stain by the Hammer of pride