Rise gods of the fierous black burning skies
Raise hammers spears and swords high on your ride
Along the great legends born of fire and ice
Warriors on horses attack from the mountainous sides
Fires shall flame to the skies all battalions stride
Alliances stand line by line hordes of men armoured to die
Fight warriors of norse while death glances in your eyes
Swing axes and blades unto the final ride
Attrition holds forces under the great fires
Now heathenous shall be the victors with swords forged by fire
A warcry shall echo the rise loud from the fierce mountainside
All set their lives on the line to death which is for you all to sign
Ride with the wind in your eyes break through the enemies lines
Dark is the power we rise here under the great fires
Victory stands on this days bring to all warriors their fate
Ride our enemies down bring them all to the ground
March under the gods of our fathers unite
March under the flag of the norse "Oden´s eye"
Attrition holds forces under the great fires
All heathenous shall be the victors with swords forged by fire
Fires be flamed to the sky all the belligerent rise
From the great battle we ride none left on the fields alive
