Beneath The Ancient Sky

Into battle we will march
Towards our foes, over hills
And through the valleys we shall tread
To fight and die beneath the ancient sky
To the fields of death we will ride
When the maiden of the heavens
Rides above and shines her light upon us
We will make haste for the paths of old
With swords in our hands and shields by our sides
March now on towards our foes
To fight and die beneath the ancient sky.

Far beyond the horizon, the golden hall awaits you, way up high.

Now the fire in the sky burns bright
Fast we ride for the hill fort by oak trees surrounded
Ride! Ride on brothers for our enemy awaits beyond the walls and the palisades
Hear the horns sound as we approach the battleground
And the drums of war pound fear into the hearts of our foes
Hear the battle cry loud the sound of the Saxon warrior
Victory is ours for Woden is on our side.

“It is here, on this day, that we fight for our freedom
These lands are ours - our heathen lands beneath the ancient sky
And may they never fall!
Hail to Woden!
Hail!”

Beneath the ancient sky!
We fight!
And go on.