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 shall
  Remain. On the blood of all our
  Tathers – 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