Freezing our bones - It is coming closer The wind of death is in the air A smell of blood and rotten flesh It takes our courage - Stops our breath
But we won't surrender - It's our faith That gives us power, might, and hate We'll fight the enemy from the north Wielding the axe - Wielding the sword!
We'll fight - The hordes from the north With pride - Till death at our shores With the gods of war at our side You bastards better run and hide!
[solo: Ralf]
We'll fight - The hordes from the north With pride - Till death at our shores With the gods of war at our side You bastards better run and hide!