(Instrumental)
Odin's birds like wolves in battle They spread their black wings, Like swords, like oars, In the water of Njord Open your eyes, and behold the radiant
Moon path lays before you in your dreams Armour is too heavy on your shoulders Standing on Drakkar gazing across the seas Touching your sword, and recall
The raven spreads its runic wings Against (the) autumnal moon. The cowering pack awaits the Triumph, of Winter transfixed by awe. The hammer of cold
The sun will cast its dawning rays Upon the runes inscribed in rock. The mossy rock by the side of the road Has kept its secret since ages began. It
Battle with the wolf is nigh its next of kin, Earth Belt will arise from water baring its fangs He who begins the play of the swords Will cast his gaze
White blade falls upon coils of steel Flickering as it flies Mighty warrior is dead, who put the Ting Of swords together In search of glory he travelled
Upon the wave's foamy crest, Astride the dragon of the sea, He brings trouble on his wings, On his mighty wings The hand holds steel And someone's life
