He hung on the windswept world tree

Whose roots no one knows

For nine whole days he hung there pierced

By Gugnir, his spear



Swimming in pain he peered into the depths

And cried out in agony

Reaching out he grasped the runes

Before falling back from the abyss



He gave himself unto himself

In a world of sheering pain

So that we all may live our lives

By the wisdom that he gained



You doubted him, and spread their lies

Across the world, with sword in hand

You raped our souls, and stole our right

All for the words of mild-mannered man



You listened to mild-mannered god

And put your faith in deceitful words

Your powertrip was paid by blood

In kindness' name you spilled our blood



I refuse to submit

To the god you say is kind

I know what's right, and it is time

It's time to fight, and free our minds



Let me die without fear!

As I have lived without it

So shut your mouth and spare my ears

I'm fed up with all your bullshit



After a thousand years of oppression

Let the berserks rise again

Let the world hear these words once more:

"Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norseman"



Our spritis were forged in snow and ice

To bend like steel forged over fire

We were not made to bend like reed

Or turn the other cheek



He grasped the runes, they're ours to use