Off we sail from Svea shores 
 To test our steel through out the world 
 Soon [bad word] a raging battle 
 The strong will join and the weak shall fall 
 The army of immortals rise 
 To seek revenge of all the false 
 So we raise the hammer high 
 And call to Odin for a sign... 

 Join us in this holy war 
 Against the world and all it stands for 
 [bad word] the men of fashion's flow, 
 The slaves of Christ and the thrells of Islam 
 Riding on the blackest wind 
 We can't be stopped, we cannot fail 
 So we raise the horn of pride 
 And drink to glory and victory... 

 Onward into countless battles 
 We took the crown from sacred land 
 Soon return to Birka shores 
 Through storm, rain and hellish waters 
 Men of power, strength and might 
 Were born to live forever more 
 So we raise the hammer high 
 And call to Thor for a sign...