Waters are his herd
 Wild winds are his might
 Praise the mighty god
 Raise your weapons high
 On his streams we ride
 Turn their towns to flame
 Take their blood for gift
 Let us see his mirth

 Enter fields of Njord
 Enter fields of Njord
 Enter fields of Njord
 Watch the splashes flying
 Hear the dead souls crying
 See the stallions in foam

 Tease their land like hail
 Till the spineless die
 Send their souls to ice
 Harvest bloody crop
 They forgot the yew
 They will get no luck
 Turn their sacred place
 Show them real light

 Enter fields of Njord
 Enter fields of Njord
 Enter fields of Njord
 Watch the splashes flying
 Hear the dead souls crying
 See the stallions in foam

 At kveldi skal dag leyfa
 Konu er brennd er
 Mæki er reyndr er
 Mey er gefin er
 Ís er yfir kemr
 Öl er drukkit er

 Haltr ríðr hrossi
 Hjörð rekr handar vanr
 Daufr vegr ok dugir
 Blindr er betri
 En brenndr séi
 Nýtr manngi nás

 Lítilla sanda
 Lítilla sæva
 Lítil eru geð guma
 Því at allir menn
 Urðu-t jafnspakir
 Half er öld hvar

 Never end this war
 Kill them rape their wifes
 Saddle pallid horse
 Die but not demise
 So ride on the storm
 Hand in hand we're close
 Sky halls are our fate
 Death will bring this day

 Enter fields of Njord
 Enter fields of Njord
 Enter fields of Njord
 Watch the splashes flying
 Hear the dead souls crying
 See the stallions in foam