Naked, waste landscape
Vast plains lead in the seashore to the west
A northern wind sweeps over dead bodies
A stranger has entered the domains of the vikings

Die not lying sick, bastardly coward
Draw sword, fight with the war gods
Wotan!

We shall fight until we see Ritrost
We shall fight until Heimdal flows the Gjallarhorn
We shall fight for our domains
We shall fight with the war gods
Wotan!

Die not lying sick, bastardly coward
Draw sword, fight with the war gods
Wotan!