Текст песни Blodiga Skald - Ruhn

We were woken by ancient fairy tales,
Songs about how we were born.
Trees noise under wild dances,
In the swamps about loyalty we swore.

Village that grew up in the field
Night will disappear, we came for death.
And blood will fill young crops,
And no one will mourn them.

In the way we lost many of our
Do not pour tears about those who are no longer.
We are new people instead of the fallen,
And young warriors will perform vow.

Village that grew up in the field
Night will disappear, we came for death.
And blood will fill young crops,
And no one will mourn them.

They will not forget the great things of the ancestors,
Renate from blood and ashes in forests.
Without fear and hearts, wrath led
Walk around the world, with arms in hand.

Rise, brothers, from dusty led!
Ancient songs on the battle is called!
We are a wild tribe, the tribe of the immortal,
We are born in battles, in this our way!