'...morning  arose  that  day  long  time  gone,

two  ravens  above  him  showed  the  way.

he  was  guided  by  odhinn,  led  by  the  one

who  shelters  the  fallen  every  day  by  day...

...once  blood  was  she'd  of  countless  of  men,

in  the  name  of  the  cross  and  christian  pray...

for  hundred  of  years  his  heart  laid  in  chains

but  hate  was  growing  stronger  every  day  by  day...

"ruler  of  asgaard,  father  of  thorr,

send  me  your  powers  divine...

grant  me  your  wisdom,  strengthen  my  soul,

so  revenge  of  our  blood  shall  be  mine...

allfather  odhinn,  i  entreat  you  with  awe,

to  ride  with  me  side  by  side,

so  avenged  shall  all  be,  who  had  died  in  the  past,

by  the  power  of  heathenish  pride...

master  of  thunder,  lighting  and  rain,

soon  your  hammer  and  cross  shall  collide...

protector  of  midgaard's  daughters  and  sons,

in  your  name  christian  reign  i  will  fight...

when  the  hammer  will  crush,  and  oppressors  will  fall,

my  sword  will  be  raised  to  thy  hail!

then  the  fires  shall  burn  in  the  name  of  the  gods

as  the  sign  of  the  heathen  prevail!"

far  in  the  past  he  saw  what  has  been

his  fathers  traditions  handed  down,

but  he  still  kept  in  heart  the  will  to  prevail

as  his  hate  was  growing  stronger  every  day  by  day...

deep  in  his  heart  a  shadow  had  grown

which  covered  his  mind  with  shades  so  grey,

but  still  every  morning  encouraged  his  hope

when  he  sat  by  the  old  oak  every  day  by  day...

"strong  is  my  heart,  and  strong  is  my  will,

soon  i  will  break  our  chain...

then  the  swords  shall  be  raised

and  our  flag  held  up  high,

the  banner  of  the  heathen  domain...

long  i've  awaited  the  day  of  revenge,

the  heathenish  reign  to  return...

now  my  swordblade  is  forged,

and  my  soul  will  prepared,

by  my  hands  christian  crosses  shall  burn..."

...evening  fell  that  day  long  time  gone,

the  ravens  above  still  showed  the  way,

they  were  guided  by  odhinn,  led  by  the  one,

who  shelters  the  fallen  every  day  by  day...

...blood  to  be  she'd  of  countless  of  men,

in  the  name  of  revenge  and  heathenpride...

no  more  withdraw  will  be  on  heathenish  ground,

no  more  mercy  will  be  when  gjallarhorn  will  sound...