Cruel storm is lashing my ship

I hear my people's cries

Wind sweeps their words away and carry off into the abyss

Icy rain pierces through our bodies

Depth open its skies

We will plunge in the dark abyss

Or we will walk towards our destiny

Written with ancient runes

My comrades fight for life

They are strong, brave and relentless

But their cries mean nothing

Today our destiny is in God's hands

We won many battles

We overcame many brave warriors

We were pleased with gained treasures

And laments of the defeated

But our bravery and ruthlessness

Mean nothing to the sea monsters

Today we will be the victims

If we survive this storm

Wotan! We will sing you a song of glory

Witches put spell on our ship

The course reached us

The course of the committed crimes and desecrated temples

Our greed is punished

Soon our bones fall on the bottom of the sea

Inevitable end is coming

Sea eager for our blood

We will make a sacrifice of bravest warriors

Wind will sing funeral song

Wotan! Take your sons!