A black host descends

omen of the end 

fury and pride at Odin's command

just the mountains can dare to stand, 

hordes of the gods

almighty force 

foreign invader surely won't prevail

the army that cried loud Odin's hail. 

It doesn't matter how much 

I shall suffer to live 

to condign my poor soul 

in your mighty hands 

I long for that moment my life 

I shall give and if I die in this battle...

Let hammer commence ! 

Black mist now protect us 

From unfaithful eyes, 

the attack to the cross 

and its god will surely succeed, 

steel at my side, banners up high,

ancient words from the Gods 

I pronounce the Viking war-cry: 

Odin's hail, it doesn't matter how

much I shall suffer to live

to condign my poor soul 

in your mighty hands 

I long for the moment my life 

I shall give and if i die in this battle... 

Let Battle commence! 

"This is the dan for which I was born, 

I blow my last breath into the horn, 

to the halls of Valhalla 

I know finally 

my last words are

Odin's hail!"