Just as was before
The norsemen sail to woe
With glory in their minds
The winds as their only comfort
The shaman had foretold
And strenghtened with these words
When time has come to cross
To valhall, heed Brynhilds call
Charging cross the field
Brave and without fear
We pay in blood
For each mile we march
Brothers facing their deaths
Rivers of blood from the slain
And another brave falls
As we are forced to regroup
This is our last raid
Our legends will be told
And our mark upon these sands
Will forever be in stone