Hear what's written on the wind.

We come to kill and kill again.

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