Head toward the island On its shores we saw a cross Priests of the new white god Who want to replace our pagan faith Approach to a silent land, On which holy chants resound Give them a dreadful lesson The Raven flies over the Dove
May I die in Odin's name, the monks shall be tortured and slain This is now land of the greatest of all May I kill in Odin's name No crosses and churches shall stand against our sky Guide me Odin, Guide me, I'll leave this land burning for you Guide the faithful to the end.
Lay me on a board, Bring me to the priest Let me enter the temple Of the White Lord of the Heavens Let me avenge my faters By holding this priest's head Go forth now my warriors And burn this town to the ground.
May I die in Odin's name, the monks shall be tortured and slain This is now land of the greatest of all May I kill in Odin's name No crosses and churches shall stand against our sky Guide me Odin, Guide me, I'll leave this land burning for you Guide the faithful to the end.