black host descends
Omen of the end
Fury and pride at [bad word] Just the mountains can dare to stand

Hordes of the gods
Almighty force
Foreign invader surely won't prevail
The army that cried loud Odin's hail

It doesn't matter how much
I shall suffer to live
To consign my poor soul
In your mighty hands
I long for that moment my life
I shall give and if I die in this battle...
Let [bad word] 

Black mist now protects us
From unfaithful eyes,
The attack to the cross
And its god will surely succeed
By Odin's hail

Steel at my side, banners up high
Ancient words from the Gods
I pronounce, the Viking war-cry:
Odin's hail

It doesn't matter how much
I shall suffer to live
To consign my poor soul
In your mighty hands
I long for the moment my life
I shall give and if I die in this battle...
Let [bad word] 

"This is the day for which I was born
I blow my last breath into the horn
To the halls of Valhalla
I now finally sail
My last words are
Odin's hail!"