Sons of Odin, Sons of Thor,
Kings of the cold Sea;
O gods, we go to do you Honor.
Who can stand against us?
See us; we go to feed the Ravens
With your enemies
And to make the wound-dew run red
Upon the grass.
Men of the mount – ains, go forth!
Carry the title of Liberty high;
Meet the enemy with righteous might and
With fury, drive him into the sea.
Fight my sons!
Fight for the green graves of your Sires.
Be you a Shield and protect the blood kindred people of
Reclaim our sacred ground for Aryan man and Aryan woman.
Let the Seas run red with the blood of the fleeing alien hordes;
Go forth, my sons, and carry the banner of Your people high!
In the midst of battle I will be at your side;
Victory will be Ours!