I grab the axe
I need my thirst for violence
Mighty Odin on my side

I ride the Nordic land
In search of victims to torture
Red blood must flow on the white snow

I am prepared
Prepared to pass the gates
I deserve my place
My place to the gate of Valhalla

I found innocent people
In a lost and quiet village
Pillage, rape and kill all occupants

My axe spilled blood
I am all covered in red
Set all the place on fire

I am prepared
Prepared to pass the gates
I deserve my place
My place to the gates of Valhalla
I shall meet my maker
I shall die with honour
I shall meet my fallen comrades
I shall live to die

Fire all around
I am ready to die