Fled the guns blasting death
Through forest, field and sea
Decimated to extinction
The last of our kin yet free

Through a darkened land, once so proud and grand
Gathering the battalions, gathering the battalions

Terror [bad word] the lands
Where free men one walked
The Althing council now decides to gather
The battalions of the world to a final war
On the ancient trails of Norrland
We start journey to be free [bad word] through the Norwegian forest
Reaching the coast finally

Through a darkened land, once so proud and grand
Gathering the battalions, gathering the battalions

Through a darkened land, once so proud and grand
Gathering the battalions, gathering the battalions