The cold wind blowes through the forest
Where the corpses hang down
Their blood was spilled to please our gods

Death is the price
You pay with your blood
Torned flesh for the god of the dead

Silent Slaughter
Death is the price for wisdom and might
Silent Slaughter
Your flesh for the god of the dead

Signed by deepest wounds
They sacrifice themselves
And offer their body with pride

With his spear odin arises
And takes their mortal flesh
Immortality for those who sacrificed their lives

Silent Slaughter
Death is the price for wisdom and might
Silent Slaughter
Given by the god of the dead