The fog is rising, the see is whipping,
It does not hurt to leave home
Hearts of steel, we're sailing in front
On bloody ways, onehundred men!

Glorious doings we will fulfill,
When the horns yell in battle,
Hail thor, you will guide us,
When we ride armed into battle!

As soon the friary is arrived,
The fog and his shadows give us way,
It shreds the air, awful the wrath,
As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn!

In the christians' eyes were a thorn,
Soon they'll feel our awful wrath,
No mourning for the dead, they fell in battle,
And will arise on wotan's table!

As soon the friary is arrived,
The fog and his shadows give us way,
It shreds the air, awful the wrath,
As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn!

The swords' flash, the steel is cold,
We rape and murder with raw brutality,
Enmity and hate in eternity
We feel for christianity!

As soon the friary is arrived,
The fog and his shadows give us way,
It shreds the air, awful the wrath,
As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn!