We ravage this land of heresy.
In the name of the Aesirs we are chosed
To fight this invading christianity.
Under the banner of might
We mock their religion of submission.
They may pray to their selfish god
But we'll never give them remission.
Under the banner of the elders
We march towards them in despise.
We are the sons of Midgaard
Bound to defy their glorious lies.
Lord of the thunder please be my guide
before and after my last ride
I'll be your soldier serving the light
riding forever alive and proud
before and after my last ride
I'll be your soldier serving the light
riding forever alive and proud
The shadows' rune chanting from this crowd
A gloomy hymn of metallic voices from heathen vaults
The fierce primeval trolls now sing in northern tongue
The mountain itself trembles before these ancient beings
Hallþórr = Thor's Rock