For victory we'll fight and for victory we'll die We march into battle and there's thunder in the sky Our enemies retreat, filled with madness in their eyes They fall by our steel and they run for their lives The battlefield is red by the blood of all dead We hunt them all down and make trohies of their heads Fight without fear, fight with no mercy And no man will ever shed this pagan Blood, this pagan blood For glorious death we ride into war Our Enemies shall die by the steel of our swords The northmen is here, twisted and disturbed Christians beware, this bloodthirsty horde Into cold darkness these pagans shall fight Nothing can bury their freedom or might Carved into runes, their names shall be known The were the men that was truly of pagan Blood, this pagan blood