793 (slaget Om Lindisfarne)

Åretak hørtes, vakre langskip fosset frem
Som en vind fra nord, kom våre fedre i land
Horder, Ryger og Egder, samlet til felles strid
Staute menn ten frykt
Sverdslag knuste kristmanns skalle

Lenge hersket vi, Nordens konger
Mange slag vi vant ved Midgards strender
Men, sveket av våre egne, ble vi tvunget net i kne
Når vinden nå igjen jager, vender tankene omsider hjem
Vi skal reise oss i vår prakt
Sannelig skal kvitehorden skjelve

"Vi falt som menn
Derfor døde vi ei hen
Veik er den som fiender elsker
Svik ei ditt opphav"

793 (The Battle Of Lindisfarne)

Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the sea
Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore
Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Adger, gathered for battle [bad word] Proud men with no fear
Strokes from the sword [bad word] the skull of the christian

long time [bad word]  kings of the north
Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard
But, betrayed by our own brothers
We were forced down on our knees
Now when the wind once again is howling, the thoughts finally goes towards home
We shall rise in our glory
The white horde will for sure shiver

"We died like men
Therefore we never vanished
Weak is the one the enemy loves
Never betray your origin"