I am chanting a rune song Carved spell on a Moon rock On our proud great vast land You were gathered at night where we attacked My chant, goes relentless Moon’s shining in blood red Your souls has escaped Sky stallions are carrying the brave I see you scattered to the ground, no wounds on your back You died were you stand, by the cross, by the axe Defending your folk, sworn faith to the gods That you shall find again on ragnarok’s day Stay put on your sword and fight on by the gods My arms holds your blood, on winter’s cruel cold Listen to rune song and fear not midgard’s giants’ size My chanting is magic that calls you all again to Rise! (Oh) remember that time is thinner than ice The bold and the brave from death shall escape All father knows when our battle will end We all have been summoned on this final glorious day Now stand next to me Gather your swords, gather you shields Get prepared till that day When all father shall prevail