Many long nights of the cold moon has passed Sheltered from the white with burning fires inside Dawn has come to the shore of the north The ice is breaking and black the sea Speaks to me in its ancient tounge
The ocean the blood of Ymer The disc of fire have returned to rule
The wind fills my quench for hope Blood must be given to the God of thunder To guide us and help us to prevail The battle against heavy rain to cross the giants blood.
Setting sails on the ship of oaks Guided by the lights in the sky so black The fire in my heart shall never extinguish and become dust
The shield line must hold A chain of shields unbroken Swords shall swing With the Gods on our side Tor give me the strength to strike all down Bronze horns will sound over the hills The sound of fear for all those who knows The men of the north is coming Oden invite me to your hall if i die