The unity of northern stars
And cry of northern dream,
From nocturnal mighty sky
Are lords of burning realm.
Shadows of forest and souls
Of the power of darkness and hate.
Lifts the sword and lights the fire,
Transfer the evil with winds.

The flame in the darkest heart
And pain of souls,
Ancestors' destiny was predetermined
Not by the joy.
To the lord of prencipise
I sacrifice
My heart, my soul, my battle sword...

My hand made been given to me not for
Playing hypocrite, lie and play
I need them
For Murting the enemies sore...
Into the darkest woods of the north,
Where evil wind would comb my hair,
Where unholy fire would be burning forever
And the night would put a spell...

My soul would rise and wind
Would bring it to my realm - the depths of Valhalla
I would feel the fullmoon's winter night
I would feel the endless fire in the woods
My hands would lift the sword under the clouds
I would kill a lot of God slaves
I would bow to to the evil, hate and darkness
Oh, fathers, take my heart, my soul, my battle sword