To avenge, not lament, give the false ones death
To the war God Odin you will pray
On the blood of all our fathers
Kill with power, die, die
The gate of clouds, stand on the open step, oh
Black shield and weapons, black our chain
Trample on the dead ride through
Kill with power, die, die
Kill with power, die, die
None can harm us, not their fire
Kill with power, die, die
Our arrows fall like hail
Kill with power, die, die
Run berserk, spreading fear and pain
On their weapons we now swear
With power we will kill
Die, die, die
Iron or steel for we have the will to power
And the curse of weapons shall remain