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