Jag slipar mitt svдrd, jag oljar min brynja
Flдtar mitt skдgg och tjдrar mitt tryne
Solen sjunker och skyn fдrgas rцd
Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt

Nattulv ska jag rida till kyrkofolkets port
Dдrhдn ska jag dra mitt svдrd, slе ner var man
Mеnen lyser upp mitt mцrka land
Och Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt

Svдrdet sliter en [bad word] opp,
I snцn ligger дn en kropp.
Nattulv biter ett huvud loss,
Blodet rinner som en fors.

Prдstdrдpe vid min sida nattulv ska jag rida
och blod skall drickas inatt

[mighty troll warrior sharpens his sword. He prepares his armour, binds his 
beard and tars his face. As the sun sets, he rides a giant wolf to the [bad word] 
fortress. He slays the wrong-believers and feasts on their blood.]

[English translation:]

[Blood Night]

I sharpen my sword, I oil my armour
Plait my beard and tar my snout
The sun sets and skies turn red
Blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight

nightwolf shall I ride into fortress of christians
That far shall I draw my sword, striken down are men
The moon rises upon my blackened land
And blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight

The sword slices throats
Yet in the snow lies corpses
Nightwolf bites the heads off [bad word] like a rapids

Into priestslaughter with my nightwolf shall I ride
and blood shall flow tonight