A strong wind blow of the south
I feel the smell of the death
A great storm will be coming
My enemies are dear
Mow is the time to fight together
Defend your people and your land
Now is the time of the fury of the gods
Embrace your fear and your death

The air is crimson by the blood of the men
Into your eyes I see my father and mother again

Hail brave warriors
Keep the swords to the high
The iron is your belief
Now is the time to fight

March to the fight, to die and
To the sacrifice
Ride to kill, to live the gods with me ride
Before the battle we pray to the gods of war
Gods of war

Hail brave warriors
Keep the swords of the high
The iron is our belief
Now is the time to fight

War!