My brothers, the time has come
The soldiers of the cross approach
We must decimate them, leave them undone
Ensure a victory we will later toast
We know the woods, the home of the gods
Use them to our advantage divine
And remember…if we cannot beat their odds
(It’s) better to die free than live as their swine!


Swords held high, quick swig of mead
We will not beg, we will not plea
They shall see us in full view
As our blades cut right through
Draw first blood! Strike them down!
Make them fall to our holy ground
The Aesir smile as their foreign faith
Is forced to an early end of days

Onward to Battle!

My brothers, a call to arms
Valhalla demands their very souls
Let them know our anger and hate
As their precious church bell tolls
By the Valkyr and heathen might
The forests shall drink their deaths
And as their hordes appear in our sight
Until they are slain, we will not rest!

Swords held high, quick swig of mead
We will not beg, we will not plea
They shall see us in full view
As our blades cut right through
Draw first blood! Strike them down!
Make them fall to our holy ground
The Aesir smile as their foreign faith
Is forced to an early end of days

The spark of war…has been ignited
The burst of blood…leaves us excited
On and on…killing them all
As the fires rage…they will fall

Screams of fury…echoing forth
You cannot tame…the mighty North(lands)
Sacred Mjolner…give us strength
To win this fight…at any length

Swords held high, quick swig of mead
We will not beg, we will not plea
They shall see us in full view
As our blades cut right through
Draw first blood! Strike them down!
Make them fall to our holy ground
The Aesir smile as their foreign faith
Is forced to an early end of days

The battle is won

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