Kaiser Of Northern Tribes

In the cold and vast landscapes of the northlands, the runic power was sleeping, awaiting for a sign to rise up on earth once again. The ancient pagan realms of Scandinavia, Germany, Gaul and Britain were now fallen into Unpagan hands, which were coming from southern lands .
Enough time has passed ... Yggdrasil was suffering for his wasted lands and he reopened the gates of Hel and Asgardhr, so that the north gods and the Berserkers were free once again , and so the western world will soon be prostrating in front of the mightiest Norse Warrior : The Kaiser of the northern tribes ...

The plains lie open wide
On the grimly white horizon
Mjöllnir is in my possession
I shall follow the path O so far ...
Of our dead ancestors
We shall never prostrate
Just be ready my brothers
We will soon be avenged
Shall rise once more
The divine wrath on Midgardhr
Freyr shall lead us
Surely to this expected victory
Take your swords
Throw your lances up to the skies
It will be blessed
By the mighty gods of Asgardhr

My brothers gathering
Under a pale and warm north sun
The gods walk with us
(thunder in the surrounding clouds)
our hearts are Niflheimr's
but our eyes are Muspellsheimr's
our kenazs firing
we run on the plain
screaming for vengeance
towards realms of the south
Algiz and thurisaz
Are drawn on our shields
With the power of runes
Victory shall be ours
The realms of ice
Shall spread once more ...

They were proud and they were strong They followed my way through these Woods
The gods were summoning for our fight Holy Books worshippers were crushed Down to the ground
I will be the Kaiser of northern tribes

War chants in the skies
We still go to the south
The noise of our armours
Covered by screams
Lands of Christ, Allah and Yahweh Falling down under our strikes They will be put down to dust It has been written in Ørlög
That the Norse sacred tribes
Will take their lands back
Christians Moslems and Jews
Who thieved our sacred ground
Time is now came To destroy those bastards With no mercy