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 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.
[Music: R. Kronheim]
[English translation: NIDINGASLAKT]
[Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson]
Horns are resounding, the winds are howling
Drums are pounding, the winds are howling
With spear and bow we go into battle
We are making a stand, brothers in blood
With hope for honor in the name of madness
We will never be defeated, even if we fall
We are not going to Folkvang,
Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,
We shall our fathers if we fall today
We will not flee from our destiny,
even though the winds aren't blowing our way
Brothers, to Valfaders hall< br/>With spear raised in the name of Oden
We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden
Cowards shall fall at our feet
They do not have to pray for sun filled days
No one remembers a slave without a master
Defeated they are when they fall
We raise weapons for our faith
We slaughter the fields for our faith
We have no mercy for those
Who turned their backs
Those who attempt to close the well
Shall die
Those who lied and betrayed shall die
Give us strength, give us courage
We will prevail
Brothers in blood