Glittering mails to warriors high

Strongest blades to men of steel

Blades upon which we shall rise



[Ref.]

We're the ones with the paganheart

Proud is our spirit, our will is hard

We're the ones with the paganheart

to conquer back what once was ours



Blades which will cut your throats

Endowed with unimaginable strength

We will reduce you to silence!



[Ref.]



And so the night became

And the battle begun

One by one we cut down the enemies

We're less in numbers but our will is strong as steel

Onwards we march

Under the banner of the ancient pagan empire!



[Ref.]



Glittering mails to warriors high

Strongest blades to men of steel

Blades which will cut your throats

We will reduce you to silence!