I tighten my grip and swing once more This violence is what keeps my spirit at peace Addicted to pain, enthralled by the horrors of war Victory or Valhöll, you will soon die on your knees A life lived in the realm of death, I welcome your rage You boast proudly and shout your intent to all And you will die by a barbarity that is not suited for this age As you beg and cry, I will swing again as the ravens call Your modern lies let you feel as though you are safe A mistake that will bring death, a false world that will break Cowards and sheep are all around us, true warriors I crave Meek, weak and trembling men, burn them all at the stake