Hordes prepare for battle
 Strong pagan fearless men
 Enemies they fight to death
 Honor until the last breath
 
Bloodstained swords of death
 Valkyries come for the Dead
 
In the darkness of the night
 Swords still they strike
 Blood stains the sea
 Warning the dead to be
 
The victorious now reign
 On this damned conquered land
 Blood thirsty warriors
 Burn the dead above the sand
 
On these shores of death
 A painful last breath
 
Crossing seas, hords of pain
 Forever killing enemies again
 Draining there blood on the sand
 Of this conquered forsaken land