Fight, kill, for the sake of plunder
Conquer, crush. Death before dishonor
Feed my lust with bloodshed
To reach Valhalla
Pillaging lands tainted
To reach Valhalla

Tattered sails, ruthless lust
Boots of plunder. Trampled dust

Before the sun rises
Crushing masses overthrow treason
No tolerance for heresy
Endless combat

Force the world to see
All our pain and tragedy
For the gods to praise
Boast upon our slaughtering
Swallowed victims burning homes
The fire of weakness be lit
Once plentiful fields now a desolate land
Throats of traitors be slit
Bones reduced to ash, corpses scattered carelessly
A feeling of redemption given by the axe
None shall remain