Thundering through the endless woods
let by the sound of the Bjallarhorn,
they resounded from beyond the
Clinching with their swords they attack
after hearing the Heimdall's sign to charge,
the sign to ride over
Ending with the roman dominion,
they hail the restoration of the pagandom,
burning down the churches with their
they do it with ancestral northern hate,
piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ,
They steal the golden call in
offering to Odin.
Hailing under the blackened skies of Norway
the raven's claw signed the northern hordes
to charge, to ride
all over the Skjeldenland
Claiming their Viking victories in Flanders
as rival they have the Vlanderesns striders
daring to keep the Flemish empire.
A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night
sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard's
reflecting and resounding with Thor's strikes
all over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland.
Freezing, icecold, pagan
fullmoon, winter nights
Northwinds are howling like hungry wolves
they victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen
They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire,
Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land.
their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland.