Horns blare, the wind blows
Drums thunder, the wind blows
With spears and bows meters to battle
We walk in the breach brothers through blood.
With hope for your honor in the name of madness
We will never be beaten if we fall
We will not travel to Folkvang to,
vane queen's arms, our fathers will
meet if we fell today.
We float one from where the lagnad itself
if the wind does not blow our way.
To the valfather's hall brothers.
With raised spear in Odin's name.
We shall raise mugs in Odin's name
Nidings shall fall at our feet.
They do not need to ask for sunny days.
No one remembered a tree ll without a master
Slapped will they be when they fall.
We raise arms for our faith
We slaughter the field for our faith
No mercy I show
for those who turned their backs.
Those who tempt
to wall in the well will die.
one who leads with lies and deceit
Give us strength, give us courage
We shall conquer, brother through blood.

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