Lyrics:

Too many times has moon travelled across the sky
Since our fathers sailed out for glory and honour
It's time to fulfill the vow once given
Forge your plows to swords, send the word
Raise an army countless as stars in the sky

All heathen hearts answer the call
God of thunder bless our swords
Our heathen horde will never fall
We are hungry for blood, steel and war

Filled with strength, valour, determination
Determined to conquer the land
There is no power in their weak invocation
Puny invocations to their feeble god
Desecrate and drown it in their blood

All heathen hearts answer the call
God of thunder bless our swords
Our heathen horde will never fall
We are hungry for blood, steel and war

Ósnjallr maðr hyggsk munu ey lifa
Ef hann við víg varask
En elli gefr honum engi frið
þótt honum geirar gefi

[English translation of Old Norse poem:
'A coward believes he will ever live
If he keep him safe from strife:
But old age leaves him not long in peace
Though spears may spare his life.']

Row!
Storm is getting near
Row!
I can see land ahead
No!
Show no mercy for the weak
Gold, land and women are ours to take so kill

All heathen hearts answer the call
God of thunder bless our swords
Our heathen horde will never fall
We are hungry for blood, steel and war

All heathen hearts answer the call
God of thunder bless our swords
Our heathen horde will never fall
We are hungry for blood, steel and war