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!