Swords and bones clash on the shore

Fighting for glory

Fight for your land



Blood, guts, pain all around

Smell of death surrounds me

Charge for your pride



Fueled by the snow that covers the

Mountains

And by the wind that rages in the north!

March to your death... to your funeral

Go on your way... go (and) feed your blade



Sorrow drains fear out of our men

Rage takes control of us

Bury your own heart



Ravens fly as people die

Blinded by darkness

Feeding on our corpses



I went on (the) mountains high

So i can see odin in the eyes

He granted (to) our tribe wit power and

Might

So now warriors stand and stay alive



Swords and bones clash on the shore

Fighting for glory

Fight for your land



Blood, guts, pain all around

Smell of death surrounds me

Charge for your pride