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 berserk-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 shell

Remain.On the blood of all our

Fathers-on their weapons we now

Swear to evenge-not lament.

Give the False ones death.



Kill with power-die die

Kill with power-die die