Naked, waste landscape

Vast plains lead to the seashore in the west

A northern wind sweeps over dead bodies

A stranger has entered the domains of the vikings



Die not lying sick, dastardly coward

Draw sword, fight with the war gods

Wotan!



We shall fight until we see Ritrost

We shell fight until Heimdal flows the Gjallarhorm

We shall fight for our domains

We shall fight with the war gods

Wotan!



Die not lying sick, dastardly coward

Draw sword, fight with the war gods

Wotan!