I summon Thee, God of war, Taranis, our great lord,
may your blessings come unto us.
Infinity lies in Thee, Heaven and Hell are bonded and free,
may your voice come unto us.
Force, unity, strength, chaos,
we now feel the voice of the North.
No mercy to be shown, the wild hunt has begun,
we now feel the strength of the North.
Eternal wheel, divine equilibrium,
born of the lightning which fell on the oak.
Thunder, come to me, the voice of the storm,
Thy divine call to arms.
An endless dance in blood, battlefield's proud recall,
may your voice come unto us.
Pagan pride! Ancient rage!
Guided by the cloak of the night.
Make the skies a'fall, inhume their corpses (and their) souls,
Protector of our Earth!
Eternal wheel, divine equilibrium,
born of the lightning which fell on the oak.

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