[bad word] for your lives, death has arrived
Try save your [bad word] from the sound of rowing oars

Out of the mist 
Breaks a dragon ship
Even more feared 
Than the nail-ship "Naglfar"

bear-coated man stands in the bow
Cold-eyed he gazes towards the shoer
The dragon's head is grim and red
All covered with blood, a gift to the mighty Gods

Warshields are raised, the Gods are praised
The people stare paralyzed with fear

The legend tells of a man that fell
From grace of his baptised king
As a banished mn he fled his land
But solemnly sworn to return with holy war

But noone knows how the legend goes
'Cause noones survived 
That's gazed into his eyes
'Cause noone's returned that's met his fire

They say wolf-skinned men follow him
Berserks whose eyes burn with flames of ice

Some say mighty Thor
Guides their blades in war
They say they cannot be killed
Nor can their blood be spilled

 [bad word] for your lives
Death has arrived
The legend [bad word]