The hammer strikes on the howl of wolves.
It is the time for battle, the time for war.
Hail the battleground, here we come!

Get the men, the clock striking first.
Goodbye love, goodbye home sweet home.
Hail the battleground, here i come!

Drums in the deep, our banner standing fast.
Wait for the horns, wait for the call.

Val der nacht, val der eeuwige stilte.
Kroon hen die het bloed ontlopen.
De doem der tijd blijft voor hen staan.
Als de strijd voor de nacht is besloten.

Hear all, for i will not fall swift.
Your end is near, mine still far away.
Hail the battleground, hail today!

Count the losses, count them fast,
But write the winnings, 'cause that's what lasts.
All shall know hence from now that the victory was ours.

Upon the night, upon the day, no matter the time.
We call to arms, to arms we rise, many foes we'll slay.
Hear the horses getting restless and fierce.
They are ready, and so are we, de klok slaat!