Brutal Ravage

First blood, a challenge for us
Our ships shall sail again
Awake, my mighty brethren
The winds blow our way
A weakling, king of the franks
Will feel our revenge
Tar the ships, bring weapons and fire
We´ll sail for brutal ravage.

Oden
Med vapen I hand
Skall jag strida till min död
Blodshämnd.

Through storms and Ran´s malice
We rode the seas
The warbeacons burning high
A prediction of death and fire
Blow loud the battlehorn
This land will be laid to waste.

Oh lord save us from the wrath of the norsemen
Their brutal onslaught gives no pardon to our sacred brothers
Why won´t you intervene and punish these pagans?

Just as victory reveals
We see them on the hill
A hundred franks storming down
Turn to face, the clash of battle
The battle´s heavy and fierce
But the norsemen cannot be defeated
Thunder rides the sky
So the last few franks flee the battle.

Tor
Med yxan I hand
Utan nåd dräpa kristsärkar
Korpoffer och blod.

We tore the franks apart
Now their lands are open
One by one, they will all pay dear
With flesh and gold
Blow loud the battlehorn
Our vengeance leave none alive.

I am this battle
I am your conqueror
I am the fire
Your God kneels to me.