Slithering from the south
Like venomous snake
Carrying poison to our pagan lands
A herald of a degenerate faith

The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
We are eager to spill your blood
The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
Under the cloak of night we’ll come

“Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
Sanctificetur nomen tuum.
Adventat regnun tuum.
Fiat voluntas tua.
Sicut in caelo et in terra.”

“We oppose the rule of your god,
We tread upon the cross of slavery,
We rejoice when your temples burn;
Eternally we hail the one-eyes god”

Sent by the greed of Clotaire
To deceive the pagans of Ghent
Using trickery and foul deceit
To lure them into spiritual slavery

The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
We are eager to spill your blood
The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
Under the cloak of night we’ll come

Smash down our holy idols
Cut down our sacred oaks
The voice of our gods sounds eternally
Destined to outlive your poor wretched lies