Hear what's written on the wind.
Our arrows fall like hail
Trample on the dead. - Ride through the
Gate of clouds - stand on the open step.
Run beserk - spreading fear and pain.
Black shield and weapons, black our chain.
None can harm us - not their fire -
Iron or steel - for we have the
Will to power - with power we will
Kill.
Kill with power - die die
Kill with power - die die
To the war god Odin you will pray.
And the curse of weapons shall
Remain. On the blood of all our
Fathers - on their weapons we now
Swear to avenge - not lament.
Give the False ones death.
Kill with power - die die
Kill with power - die die
