Horns are resounding, the winds are howling Drums are pounding, the winds are howling With spear and bow we go into battle We are making a stand, brothers in blood With hope for honour in the name of madness We will never be defeated, even if we fall
We are not going to Folkvang, Into the arms of the Vanir Queen, We shall our fathers if we fall today We will not flee from our destiny, even though the winds aren't blowing our way Brothers, to Valfaders hall
With spear raised in the name of Oden We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden Cowards shall fall at our feet They do not have to pray for sun filled days No one remembers a slave without a master Defeated they are when they fall
We raise weapons for our faith We slaughter the fields for our faith We have no mercy for those Who turned their backs Those who attemmp to close the well Shall die Those who lied and betrayed shall die Give us strenght , give us courage We will prevail Brothers in bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
