We will fight for our victory,
to ride in the north shores,
the waves we will ride high.

Standing on enemy's land with sword in hand,
fading into the foggy abyss,
death will now overtake all that oppose,
the Norse men now follow me too overtaking something that was never ours,
now we stand upon there shores.

A bloody battle it will be,
in the end we will have victory,
so it is said we fight for our homeland,
and we fight for our forefathers,
but we really fight for our men,
we hold our friends life close and dear,
but nothing can ever end this anger,
of losing that which is yours.

So we let this feverish hate overtake,
we will fight until there is nothing left,
we shall overcome all,
rise above the rest,
we replace all,
and then we won their land.

History of this never erased,
we won our image of pain,
and fury,
now there is nothing left,
only scarred memory's,
of a time well past,
and a time well known,
now the time to visit our lord Odin has come.
 
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