Last night I dreamt that I was in foreign land.
The snow fell hard, it was so cold that it cracked my hands.
I saw my brothers litter the frozen ground.
And as the beast was nearer I heard [bad word] sound.
I heard the [bad word] of the mighty warriors as they rowed their long boats in,
I saw their sword reflect the light as they were drawn from their leather skins,
I heard the voice of my great Allfather, calling me home, sweet home,
He said: "If you die - your sons will carry on".

Take me home, Father Odin...

Though times have changed, we are stronger than before,
The wolf has given us the strength of mighty Thor.
No longer shall the [bad word] free in our lands 
As long as destiny is in the our hands.

Take me home, Father Odin...

We have [bad word] so long...

Take me home, Father Odin.