The lost eye for wisdom reads the runes
On which our fiery people writes his doom
Devotion proudly sails in the lake of blood
Drunk by the ground of the young and the old
Your all seeing eye is height for men and gods
For whom wait the age of dark Ragnarok
But so many enemies will taste the hammer
Of the Viking hearts fiery banner
In battle my fate I'll show
It's a rite long time known
For I am your son
The wind brings my song
And you are of ravens the lord
One eyed god, Ravenlord
Death, mist and cold plague the Niflhel
Naglfar the ship, made of nails of the dead
Sails silent and relentless, straight to that hell
There who didn't die in battle suffering will dwell
But to Asgard and Valhalla our fate is led
Because out immortality won't serve its queen Hel
But in the higher Asgard we will kingly stand
And with strength and glory our ride will never end