1. Beliskner

The might of Beliskner
Streaks across the sky:
Blue Lightning cracks
And white fire roars!

The power of Beliskner
Echoes through the stars:
Cyan flames burst out
Of the thunder hall!

With Asgard behind, on
To the thunder hall!
Eineriar brave, come
To the house of Thor!

Our enemies laid low
By the hammer of Thor!
Five hundred rooms
And even forty more
Where the great God
Dwells on high above!

Don't fear the dark night,
The serpent, the trolls:
A light burns forever
In mighty Beliskner's halls!

Our enemies laid low
By the hammer of Thor!
Five hundred rooms
And even forty more
Where the great God
Dwells on high above!

The might of Beliskner
Streaks across the sky:
Blue Lightning cracks
And white fire roars!

The power of Beliskner
Echoes through the stars:
Cyan flames burst out
Of the thunder hall!

When thy doom is sealed
And Fate seems cruel to be,
Skywards turn your gaze
And fill your heart with hope:

There is a place up there
Of wonders and of awe –
Call to Thor and he shall heed
Though far he may yet be...

Our enemies laid low
By the hammer of Thor!
Five hundred rooms
And even forty more
Where the great God
Dwells on high above!
Our enemies laid low
By the hammer of Thor!

2. Balder's Lament

Flying up from you, o men,
The ship of the beautiful one
Raises sails of woven gold
And heads out to horizons far...

The high lord of men,
The most beloved God,
Bealdor, thy name we call!
Warlord, come back from above!

Where Baldr is now?
Where is our God?
Tears weep my eyes,
A sigh laments my heart!

They say that he's fallen,
Struck by an arrow,
Or cut down by word,:
They say he is no more...

He was the sun, the light
Of life's every dawn:
He was red in the clouds
When dusk would spread out...

Flying up from you, o men,
The ship of the beautiful one
Raises sails of woven gold
And heads out to horizons far...

The high lord of men,
The most beloved God,
Bealdor, thy name we call!
Warlord, come back from above!

3. From Volga To Bosphorus

From the Volga to Bosphorus
Our dragon-prows now doth rule;
From the North and as far East
As the fabled City of the Kings!
From the Volga to Bosphorus
Our horde has known no defeat!
From the North and as far West
As Greenland's grim, frostbitten Hel!

From the Volga to Bosphorus,
Pull relentless on the oars!
From the night into the day
Fortune's on our side, boys!
From the Volga to Bosphorus
Raise your voices in this song:
We come with swords of steel in hand

Shouted the warriors
And plans they laid out
On how to win this battle...
Shouted the warriors
And plans they laid out
On how to win this battle...

From the Volga to Bosphorus
Our dragon-prows now doth rule;
From the North and as far East
As the fabled City of the Kings!
From the Volga to Bosphorus
Our horde has known no defeat!
From the North and as far West
As Greenland's grim, frostbitten Hel!

From the Volga to Bosphorus
Resound roars of berserkergang!
From the mountains to the sea
Burn the pyres of victory!
From the Volga to Bosphorus
Odin's fires doth rain down!
From the sea we came as beasts
With dragon-claw and monster-lust!

Vikings preparing for the fight,
Climbing aboard their ships –
And in the cold of early morn
They raise their swords!

From the North and as far West
As Greenland's grim, frostbitten Hel!
From the Volga to Bosphorus
Resound roars of berserkergang!
From the mountains to the sea
Burn the pyres of victory!
From the Volga to Bosphorus
Odin's fires doth rain down!
From the sea we came as beasts
With dragon-claw and monster-lust!
From the Volga to Bosphorus
Our dragon-prows now doth rule!

Over waves, past Kraken-teeth,
We leave behind Gibraltar...
The horizon's embers slowly fade
As we bid the sun a last farewell:

Vikings preparing for the fight,
Climbing aboard their ships –
And in the cold of early morn
They raise their swords!

4. Farewell To The North

Farewell my son,
You best be on your way:
The longship is awaiting you,
A great journey lies ahead –
Bid the North farewell,
And then be on thy way!
You will wake in distant lands,
Over the sea, far away, in Greece...
Your only friend will be thy sword!
For you are off to be a Varang,
Join the emperor's fighting men,
Will you ever see our Gotland
When silver streaks your hair?
Or will you die forgotten in the East
On the scorching sands
Of some strange battlefield...

Be strong, be brave and bold –
Fear no pain, no enemy eyes
Be strong, be brave and bold –
Fear no pain, no enemy eyes

So that Odin may honor you!
You will also see the City,
That they call the jewel of Romany,
Far more fair and bright
Than anything you thought
This Earth could ever hold...
So, say now farewell,
Farewell to the North!

5. The Crimson Wine Of Battle

Pallid dawn arrives,
Sets a sickly sun alight
As we march in line
'Ere we embrace the fight!

Caught in our shields the light
Flashes a death's head white –
The enemy yonder is a shiver
With the cruel spell of fear!

A bitter taste's on my tongue,
A blackness pounds in my heart:
Revenge!

Wrought by sword, axe and spear,
Steeped in the havoc that is to come:
Revenge!

And when I vest my flashing sword
And my hand on judgment takes hold,
Warlord in the brooding sky above –
Count me among thy heroes of old!

"Battle-frenzy serves the brave
In skull-hewn cups of frothing red
The crimson wine of battle, the draught
Of immortality from the vineyards of war!"

6. Eyes Of The Volva

In the dead of night,
Through tendrils of mist,
Odin gabbing spells
Conjure up the Volga!

"Silence, sons of Men!
Listen to my words –
For I along, recall a time
Before the giants came...

The world was empty 'till
The sons of Burr did lift
The green of Lands from Seas:
And time thus began its race...

Well, would you know more?
The Volga's eyes see your death,
The flames that Asgard burn,
The corpse-wings of Nidhogg...
Well, would you know more?
The Volga's eyes see your death.

Well, would you know more?
The Volga's eyes can see the gold
That Durinn's dwarven folk
On their mountain-thrones crave...

I sink now, I sink –
Back into oblivion,
Where visions spring
I sink now, I sink..."

7. Donar's Hammer

Thunraz, dweller in the oak
Heathen! hasten from above
Bless my arms with strength
The power to slay giants of frost

Thunraz, dweller in the oak
Heathen! hasten from above

Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Noble art thou, protector of men
Leader and first 'mongst our ranks
Bring down thy fire – it shall be ours
A shield over our heads
A shirt of mail over our breast

The hammer of Donar
Is tearing apart
The black clouds that block
The glorious sun

Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Awe-struck and dumb
Our enemies shall stand
At the sight of the hammer
In Donar's hand

8. The Silent Warrior

He speaks not a word,
For he has nothing left to say –
He has seen it all,
Even though he has one eye...

He right hand is death,
His left is called revenge –
An axe and a sword,
The fury of the Gods!

Scars line his body
Forming runes of power –
He is invincible,
He knows no remorse!

A broken man,
He has no name
Nor voice to cry –
He is driven by hate!
A broken man
He is driven by hate!

A warrior of the clans,
A Viking by blood –
No man ever stood a chance
Facing him on the field!

Silence is a fiend
That consumes his heart,
Whispers in his ear
And guides his killing hand!

9. The Wine-Sacks Of The Emperor

They call us the Varangs –
Bearers of two-handed swords,
The pelekyfori with the dread axes:
The Emperor's wine-sacks!

Sons of the North we are –
Swedes and Danes, men of Norge:
The berserker-blood is strong within us –
It is a fire that only wine can quench...

We'll drink the empire dry,
We'll empty the cellar tonight
Raise a toast to thunder-Gods
In the shadow of Hagia Sofia!

Sons of the North we are –
Swedes and Danes, men of Norge:
The berserker-blood is strong within us –
It is a fire that only wine can quench...

We'll drink the empire dry,
We'll empty the cellar tonight
Raise a toast to thunder-Gods
In the shadow of Hagia Sofia!

Loyal to the end, the warrior elite:
We are the only thing that stands
Between hoary Death's icy hand
And the Emperor's diademed head!

We'll drink the empire dry,
We'll empty the cellar tonight
Raise a toast to thunder-Gods
In the shadow of Hagia Sofia!

Call us what you will, Easterlings:
We are rulers of the battlefield!
We strike like the hammer of Thor
And drink in wine the whole sea of Njord!

10. The Anvil Of Storms

The mountains rang with the song
Of hammers 'pon the anvil of storms!
Red flaming gold –
The flames danced in the forge!
Dwarf-smiths pounded on the ore
To shape the hammer of Thor!

Before the first dawn of Time,
When the Moon was not
The stars reigned alone on high...

Before Valhalla's Hall was roofed,
When men could speak with wolves
And Odin has both eyes...

The flames danced in the forge!
Dwarf-smiths pounded on the ore
To shape the hammer of Thor!

When Bifrost unguarded lay,
'Ere the first rainbow sprung
And the pot was bereft of gold...

Before the oceans rose,
When the monoliths were young
And the ravens knew it all...

The The mountains rang with the song
Of hammers 'pon the anvil of storms!
Red flaming gold –
The flames danced in the forge!
Dwarf-smiths pounded on the ore
To shape the hammer of Thor!