Stormy thunder And sea depths Carries folk Where Thor allows At the viking Earl leads us Time for plunder Western course Don't be afraid of storm! Call of ocean Glorious day Grand Nidhogg Begin our prey Brits land trembles With great fear Odin himself Lead us on Go ashore And bite through gates! Bloody loot Already ours! Foreign gods Mean nothing now! When fire devour saint Lindisfarne! Fear creeps Soon will be our day Stormy morn brings death To drown in blood Soon - we will be back! Craven priest Started chant The sharpest steel Induced groan Cold north wind Brings the ire All eaten by a fire Let blood flow This is a New Age Go ashore And bite through gates! Bloody loot Already ours! Foreign gods Mean nothing now! When fire devour saint Lindisfarne!