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Odin, far til alle
Fyll meg med din styrke
La meg kjempe uten frykt
Lag meg vinne kampen mot den onde
La meg vinne!

Odin, far til alle
Fyll meg med din styrke
La meg kjempe uten frykt
Lag meg vinne kampen mot den onde
La meg vinne

Through the ashes of frozen lands
Getting rid of the wrath we feel inside
Caught up in delirium
Those cowards will be justified

From their ashes, they will rise
An offer to the Gods, covered in blood
Disciples of Alfodr, the one we admire
Pursuing our nerves and roots

Grief and fears cast aside
Fill our hearts with honour and pride

Violence from the early dawn
SIlence at the going down of the sun
The souls we lost in today's combat
Doesn't mourn the fact that we have won

Grief and fears cast aside
Fill our hearts with honour and pride


May the ones we lost be feasting with the Gods
After slaughtering the immoral one by one
May their souls be entering Valhalla
One of them, the Jarl's son
One of them, the Jarl's son!

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