May our foes tremble in fear
For the men of the sharp blades are near
Tremble oh rotten principalities of the Morning Star
Shake lazy and idle minds of little discernment
For we happy riders of the Viking brude are not far
Our hearts are the hellfire steel of Valhalla
But cooled and cleansed is our steel by the waters of our King
We are of the North
We knee to the East
Thus is hardened the steel of our swords
We are the edge, the slice, the last sound before your demise
Reckless are we to death and fate
We will ride into the everlasting hills knowing no dishonor
Men, warriors, poets, knights of faith
Our foes shall receive no quarter
To the ends of the earth we will slay them
And when we storm the foes' citadels
and they ask for mercy
We shall oblige by sending them to see the face of their Maker
We are confident He can show them a better mercy than ours
For the men of the sharp blades are near
Tremble oh rotten principalities of the Morning Star
Shake lazy and idle minds of little discernment
For we happy riders of the Viking brude are not far
Our hearts are the hellfire steel of Valhalla
But cooled and cleansed is our steel by the waters of our King
We are of the North
We knee to the East
Thus is hardened the steel of our swords
We are the edge, the slice, the last sound before your demise
Reckless are we to death and fate
We will ride into the everlasting hills knowing no dishonor
Men, warriors, poets, knights of faith
Our foes shall receive no quarter
To the ends of the earth we will slay them
And when we storm the foes' citadels
and they ask for mercy
We shall oblige by sending them to see the face of their Maker
We are confident He can show them a better mercy than ours
