Vargavinter - asars vrede... Vargavinter - vinden pinar... Vargavinter - frosten dodar... Lange har de vilat ut i Asgards starka famn Lange de glomda
A viking and his warriors built a dragonship They're going out to conquer a feeble land Heavily armed with swords, axes and shields The swedes set sail
A burning arrow flew towards the sky To symbolize the fierce ones To manifest their pride Torches glows and axemen sings their rhyme Eternal damnation
The fire that burns in the hall of the slain Is the wrath of the speargod himself The allseing father God of gods, for wisdom he gave his eye Betrayers
Heated by the strongest of mead my blood is boiling There exists no fear in a berserker in battle Oh, how sweet my enemy is recoiling His brothers have
Med sargad kropp, men en sjal sa stark Jag ligger pa frusen mark Snon fargas sakta rod, ett sista tecken pa min dod "Kloka korpar skall klosa dina
Black shapes cross the sky Once guardians of the pagan kingdom Christian men took our land But they did not take our pride Ravens wont give you any
Torn and bloody our clothes they are As we march home from a battle afar Victorious we were, the raven's were with us A glorious triumph was reached
Jag har lange vandrat pa denna stig Jag har sett hednars och kristnas krig Jag har stolt vandrat vidare Jag har varit en ensam krigare Skogen verkade
A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown A tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud
With the cold northern wind we travel We're on a journey of a lifetime And we'll fight many battles on our way We'll trample the bodies of the dead
I know that I hung in this tree All of nights nine Wounded by the spear, given to myself Enlightened I'll become No horn they upheld, nor handed me
Screams in the night woke the whole village up Their cattle is getting attacked The fences are broken and blood everywhere Horses are lying there slack
foreign shores Axemaster and berserker without remorse Warrior... The might and courage he possesed Are in treason times qualities opressed Firever... Underworld dweller Arise and tyrannize Thyrfing
I would wake warriors great Summon warriors of the oak High as a pine in the forest Summon those who sleep Wake those beneath the grass Buried deep under
Under Norve's starfilled sky In a forest so deep and wide Eight hooves are thundering By the mountains darkest side In the shadows two grey shapes Hungry
Distrust rules in Asgards heart Farbautes son is spinning his web With laughter, lies and malicous acts Infecting our divine paradise But we can not
? ver nordm? ns stormande grav Klagar den en? gdes blick P? himlen Tor ilsken rasar Under korset slav ? skgudens fader, V? ssa ditt spjut H? j baneklingan
