This song is about hatred Against the holder of the cross Who brought the sword of lie To slay our heathen pride That night we held our swords in the right hand and our shields in the left We pledged to the Gods that we'd never let them invade our lands We fought 'till the end, with all our strenght, we died for the Irminsul's faith The horns of the battle screamed 'til the morning crying all our hate Wotan! Thor, inquiunt, praesidet in aere Qui tonitrus et fulmina, ventos ymbresque, serena et fruges gubernat Alter Wodan, id est furor Bella gerit, hominique ministrat Virtutem contra inimicos With pride we head to Valhöll, we sing to the Gods, we perish to honour the Elves We tribute our wisdom, high name of Odin frozen on our hands The battle was long, the coward did fall Some rose to the highest hall We cast a flood of christian blood and figures flew up in the sky Valkyrjur! Wotan saith Þagalt ok hugalt Skyli þjóðans barn Ok vígdjarft vera Glaðr ok reifr Skylii gumna hverr Unz sinn bíðr bana (Deyr sjalfr it sama...) Ósnjallr maðr Hyggz muno ey lifa Ef hann við víg varaz En elli gefr Hánom engi frið Þótt hánom geirar gefi (We're the last bulwark of Wotan...)