Fight like a beast! Crush up the skulls! Might in our hearts, we shall get the fame. No fear, no pain, no need to stay, The blood of men drive us insane We won't give up until our death.
Thor makes us strong, Norns choose our fate, Jotuns shall fall by our blades! Cold wind, the son of the land of snows Shall help Valkyrias to take our souls, We are the power till the last breath.
Thoughts of Valhalla in our heads... Breath and stab! We're living to die with honor and weapons in our hands, Our death shall be soon, but we'll arise in Great Warriors Hall! Cold wind, the son of the land of snows Shall help Valkyrias to take our souls We are the power till the last breath!