First blood, a challenge for us
Our ships shall sail again.
Awake, my mighty brethren
The winds blow our way.
A weakling, king of the franks
Will feel our revenge.
Tar the ships, bring weapons and fire
We´ll sail for brutal ravage
Oden
Med vapen I hand
skall jag strida till min död
blodshämnd
Through storms and Ran´s malice
we rode the seas.
The warbeacons burning high
a prediction of death and fire.
Blow loud the battlehorn
this land will be laid to waste
Oh lord save us from the wrath of the norsemen
their brutal onslaught gives no pardon to our sacred brothers
Why won´t you intervene and punish these pagans?
Just as victory reveals
we see them on the hill.
A hundred franks storming down
turn to face, the clash of battle.
The battle´s heavy and fierce
but the norsemen cannot be defeated.
Thunder rides the sky
so the last few franks flee the battle
Tor
Med yxan I hand
Utan nåd dräpa kristsärkar
Korpoffer och blod
We tore the franks apart
now their lands are open
One by one, they will all pay dear,
with flesh and gold.
Blow loud the battlehorn
our vengeance leave none alive...
I am this battle
I am your conqueror
I am the fire
Your God kneels to me
Our ships shall sail again.
Awake, my mighty brethren
The winds blow our way.
A weakling, king of the franks
Will feel our revenge.
Tar the ships, bring weapons and fire
We´ll sail for brutal ravage
Oden
Med vapen I hand
skall jag strida till min död
blodshämnd
Through storms and Ran´s malice
we rode the seas.
The warbeacons burning high
a prediction of death and fire.
Blow loud the battlehorn
this land will be laid to waste
Oh lord save us from the wrath of the norsemen
their brutal onslaught gives no pardon to our sacred brothers
Why won´t you intervene and punish these pagans?
Just as victory reveals
we see them on the hill.
A hundred franks storming down
turn to face, the clash of battle.
The battle´s heavy and fierce
but the norsemen cannot be defeated.
Thunder rides the sky
so the last few franks flee the battle
Tor
Med yxan I hand
Utan nåd dräpa kristsärkar
Korpoffer och blod
We tore the franks apart
now their lands are open
One by one, they will all pay dear,
with flesh and gold.
Blow loud the battlehorn
our vengeance leave none alive...
I am this battle
I am your conqueror
I am the fire
Your God kneels to me