1. Sons Of The North

In the lands where winter is king,
Where deep forests primeval still
Crown brooding mountain-peaks,
There reign as lords the sons of the North!

The Viking blood is strong in them,
They descend from a race feared by men –
Their Drakkars are seen ploughing the sea,
Their swords are carved with runes of doom!

When the skies seem pregnant with storm,
When the church bells sounds the alarm,
Pray for your life to your false God –
For here come the mighty sons of the North!

Where there's a fight,
In land or at sea,
The sons of the North
Are eager to plunge
Into the fray's very midst!

Berserker rage taking control:
Their eyes go wild, they snarl like beasts,
Fear befalls all their enemies!
They clash their swords against their shields,
They sing a song of blood and war,
They're ready to kill in the name of Thor!

The Viking blood is strong in them,
They descend from a race feared by men –
Their Drakkars are seen ploughing the sea,
Their swords are carved with runes of doom!

2. Rider On The Winds

Rider on the winds,
Master of the skies:
Thor! Menace from above,
Thy hammer raise aloft!

Beneath the punding wheels
Of your chariot,
We'll stand in steadfast lines!
Beneath the thunder bolts
Shooting from thy eyes
We'll charge the field of war

And raise the battle cry!

Rider on the winds,
Master of the skies:
Thor! Menace from above,
Thy hammer raise aloft!

Swords on shields collide
Spears in flesh are lodged:
The din of havoc deafens me
As my heart starts beat berserk!

We fall upon the foe –
Like a tide of steel and woe!
Thirsty for the fruit
Of carnage blood and gore!

Rider on the winds,
Master of the skies:
Thor! Menace from above,
Thy hammer raise aloft!

Thor, warlord of the world
Bless our blades this dawn –
For you are like we are:
A warrior next to none!

3. Taking Arms

Lift up your swords
Drive off the enemy!
Take arms
Protect our homes!

This sacred land is forever ours,
Inheritance of the legendary Viking gods.
This stretch of frozen forest
and beyond Hov. as far as the eyes can see,
are the birthplace
of our holy civilization.

Preserve the Viking's legacy at all costs
Slay without guilt! Die without fear!
Our victory is already written in the runes

Lift up your swords
Drive off the enemy!
Take arms
Protect our homes!

The blood flowing faster through our veins
Is awakening our inner ruthlessness
Elated by surrounding death
we uncover the true Viking nature
confusing and fazing our opponents

Lightning, resounding victory is ours
Make no prisoners! No remission!
Slay without guilt! Die without fear!
Elated by surrounding death
we uncover the true Viking nature

Lift up your swords
Drive off the enemy!
Take arms
Protect our homes!

4. Lord Of Serpents

I am the lord of serpents and Trolls,
I am the bringer of death and of woe!
I am the scourge of the immortal Gods,
My name is a curse – I am Loki!

Entombed and silent,
In the bowels of the Earth –
My minions slowly gnaw
At the root of Yggdrasill

In the darkest cavern,
Forgotten by time
And hated by all –
I await the time to come
For me to rise again,
And rule upon the Earth!

So it is written
And so it shall be done –
That on the day of days,
On the dawn of Ragnarok,
I shall muster my hordes
And bring the Aesir to their knees

I am the lord of serpents and Trolls,
I am the bringer of destruction and death!
I am the enemy of man, the foe of the Gods,
My name is a curse – I am Loki!

I am the lord of serpents and Trolls,
I am the general of Naglfar's host!
I am the punished bastard son,
My name is a curse – I am Loki!

5. Wind Of Conquest

A wind arose one day from the North
And it did call to the sons Odin's host –
Ships they prepared and weapons of war,
Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!

Far, far away! And away further still!
Vikings are sailing headed for the East;
What pallid fear o'ertakes their enemies
When they spot afar Drakkars in the mist!

A wind arose one day from the North
Calling to the warriors of mighty Thor –
Ships they prepared and weapons of war,
Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!

They fight by day and feast by night,
They know no quarter, no defeat –
Grim were the lands that bore them,
Grimmer still they have become

A wind arose one day from the North
Blowing in the hearts of those loyal to Tyr;
Ships they prepared and weapons of war,
Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!

6. Ravens On The Wing

Odin's two ravens are on the wing –
See them soaring o'er the battlefield:
Their deep, dark eyes are fixed
On the honored dead that lie thereon

Ravens on the wing –
With coarse voices sing
An epitaph of glorious deeds
Of the fallen Vikings!

Spreading their black wings,
Coal-hued feathers in the wind –
They fly etched against the bright
And spotless morning sky

Memory and thought,
They remember and they revere
The warriors who fought well
But feast upon the eyes of cravens dead

Ravens on the wing –
With coarse voices sing
An epitaph of glorious deeds
Of the fallen Vikings!

With the setting of the sun
They return to Valhalla
To sit on the shoulders
Of the one-eyed god

7. Odin Wills It

Forth! Northmen, forth!
Odin wills it –
Into the red embrace of war,
To fight and die for the Gods!
We are the crusaders
In a pagan holy war;
We are the sons
That battle bore
In her blood clotted womb:
We fear no man,
Giant or beast...
Forth! Northmen, forth!
Odin wills it –
Into the red embrace of war,
To fight and die for the Gods!
We are the crusaders
In a pagan holy war;
We are the heirs
Of the slain on the field –
Their destiny ours shall be
And glory everlasting
We will share in the hall
That lies overhead,
Where heroes sit and drink
Awaiting for us all...

8. Black Knights

When the day doth break
It shall not remember the night
Save for an ebon speck in the sky:
Our banner in the wind caught high!

Cravens wished they could forget,
Traitors tried to bury our fame –
But our true glory doth shine
Across the oceans of time...

Panthers of steel growl
As they approach the field –
Black Knights all around
Fight and know no retreat!
Proud and strong, warriors all,
The drum of thunder rolls –
High above the enflamed sky,
To victory or Valhalla it calls!

When we march to the front
It's not our weapons you should fear,
But the Devil himself who rides on our side!
We will laugh at each step, as we trample the foe!
Wherever we pass, castles shall fall and cities shall burn
And we laugh at each step, as we trample the foe!

When we return, you will know our songs
You will fear the point of our spears –
When the legionnaires enter the Fatherland
Hailed as victors, heroes returning at long last!

Panthers of steel growl
As they approach the field –
Black Knights all around
Fight and know no retreat!
Proud and strong, warriors all,
The drum of thunder rolls –
High above the enflamed sky,
To victory or Valhalla it calls!

9. To Vinland We Sail

Sacrifice to the winds
Sacrifice to Lord Njord –
Pray our sails be full of wind,
Pray the stars fix our course...

When the sun doth rise
Men, bid ye farewell
To your children and wife –
And come, let's catch the tide!

To Vinland we sail,
The ocean calls our name!
To Vinland we sail,
To conquest, as is our fate!

Like monsters at sea,
The waves are a' rising
Threatening to devour
Our dragon-headed prow...

We lost many a brave
To the depths of the abyss,
We'll miss many a sword
When the battles begin...

To Vinland we sail,
The ocean calls our name!
To Vinland we sail,
To conquest, as is our fate!

After long months of brine
And whipped by the winds,
Through the fortress of mist
We beheld land in the East...

A glad song was on our lips,
Our eyes were alight
With the joy of the few
That have seen certain death,
Laughed in its face
And lived to tell the tale...

To Vinland we sail,
The ocean calls our name!
To Vinland we sail,
To conquest, as is our fate!

10. Defying The Storm

Defying the storm, the lash of the waves,
Our Drakkars are advancing
Fearless upon the raging seas we sail!
Our Dragon prow is emerging
From the mist of a winter's morning
Or the dying gleam of day:
Upon the fury of the ocean we ride
With the wind caressing our hair
And the brine biting into our eyes,
The frost that invades
The warmth of a heart...

Defying the storm, the lash of the waves,
Our Drakkars are advancing
Fearless upon the raging seas we sail!
The standard of the hammer
Atop the mast we hoisted high
A talisman of Mjolner
Around our neck we hung:
To invoke all Fates benign
And offer sacrifice –
To Njord, the sea-faring God,
A mariner across the stars
That through the night
Us mortals guide...