Hear what’s written on the wind.
We come to kill and kill again.
Our arrows fall like hail
Trample on the dead. – ride through the
Gate of clouds – stand on the open step.
Run beserk – spreading fear and pain.
Black shield and weapons, black our chain.
None can harm us – not their fire –
Iron or steel – for we have the
Will to power – with power we will
Kill.
Kill with power – die die
Kill with power – die die
To the war god odin you will pray.
And the curse of weapons shall
Remain. on the blood of all our
Fathers – on their weapons we now
Swear to avenge – not lament.
Give the false ones death.
Kill with power – die die
Kill with power – die die
