Glittering mails to warriors high
Strongest blades to men of steel
Blades upon which we shall rise
[Ref.]
We`re the ones with the paganheart
Proud is our spirit, our will is hard
We`re the ones with the paganheart
to conquer back what once was ours
Blades which will cut your throats
Endowed with unimaginable strength
We will reduce you to silence!
[Ref.]
And so the night became
And the battle begun
One by one we cut down the enemies
We`re less in numbers but our will is strong as steel
Onwards we march
Under the banner of the ancient pagan empire!
[Ref.]
Glittering mails to warriors high
Strongest blades to men of steel
Blades which will cut your throats
We will reduce you to silence!