Hear what's written on the wind. We come to kill and kill again. Our arrows fall like hail Trample on the dead-Ride through the Gate of clouds-stand on the open step
Run berserk-spreading fear and pain Black shield and weapons, black our chain. None can harm us-not their fire- Iron or steel-for we have the Will to power-with power we will Kill
Kill with power-die die Kill with power-die die
To the war god Odin you will pray And the curse of weapons shell Remain.On the blood of all our Fathers-on their weapons we now Swear to evenge-not lament. Give the False ones death.