For all glory 
For all time
For all the blood shed 
For as long as the sun shall shine

Oh majestic eagle in the northern sky
Who hears the resounding Garmr's cry
The throne hath prophesied
Today is a perfect day to die 

Oh The call of warriors in grandiose choir
Whose sword and axes were forged in unholy fire
Echoing in the distance, the Gjallorhorn 
Trumpeting from Heimdallr to the tune of the hooves of Gulltoppr

Drag the bastards through the burning fields 
Their bodies covered by their blood soaked shields
Above the forest, is The one eyed wise old man above
The one, who from branch of Yggdrasil, hung 

Where Ravens call 
And the crescendoing winds sing our names 
A funeral pyre burns, behold the majestic flame

Today belongs to Thor 
Who swings his hammer Mjolnar 

Hear my call
All father Odin
In fields of battle
Lies our sacrifice 

Open wide the golden gates 
Described, as by skalds, Valhalla
Incessant pounding of a distant knell
Now summons the riding Valkyries 

Hear our call
All seeing father 
I raise the beheaded's skull to you
Like a trophy of victory 

Seas of Crimson 
Accentuated by sorrow 
Towards the mournful dirge of winds
And azure lakes ebbing and flowing 
North are the stars that shine between our eyes 

Chariots of wolves from the forest
Follow the 8 legged stallion
Through the 9 worlds of yore
Hearing the call of the ever singing Gjallorhorn 

Tonight we drink the blood of the slain
Cheering to their dying cries of pain 
As their lifeless bodies are soaked with rain
From the heavens of infinite sempiternal plain

A lonesome crow 
Between the trees near lonely Hvelgelmir
Calls 

Like my father before me 
And his before him 
I shall raise my sword with triumph 
To the gods watching 

Cold waters cleanse the slain's blood 
Covering now eternal scars

Time ceased long ago 
Time like waters froze 
And the war became immortal

Sword of Iron in right hand
Shield of Iron in the left hand 
The Ravens ever flocking 
Messengers by Odin's command 

Hear our cries of strife
All powerful Tyr 
Immortal one handed martyr
Losing hand in sacrifice against Fenrir

Tyr, oh mighty Tyr, god of war
Yearning we are for your blessings 
Roaring as the storm 

Hail we the gods above 
All majestic as the landscape
I lust for the sight of the slain 
Lying, dying, across the plains 

Torrential rain mixes with blood
Heimdallr still riding in sky above
O, we celebrate with mead and meat 
Roaring is the choir of fire in our dreams

Night and day become one 
Coexistent 
Coterminous 

One hundred men fallen slain
Yet many more still remain
And one hundred more shall be slain
As this fine day of war lingers untamed

Hel, goddess and geography
Awaits the befallen, our trophies of glory
No winds shall sing for them an elegy
Nor night birds deliver them a eulogy

Eurynomos rises from the grave of the Earth  
Damnation awaits those who, in throes of battle, now curse their birth  
Eclipsed is the daylight 
Yet so is the night 

The stars remain in the sky
Even though the clouds eclipse their sight
The North Star beholds the moon 
The Western Star beholds the sun 
No end of the twilight foreseen
Yet we still lust for Valhalla's auric gleam

No longer is there commiseration 
Only the everlasting sword of desecration
Total devastation 
Eventual Annihilation

A fine day for war.