Fists harder than the back of Odin's head
Stronger than all of valhalla
Our enemies, despite of their weapons or luck
Have better prepare for ragnarok
Sons of the sun, daughters of the moon
The titans from the ancient caverns
Our army of gods, will win by all odds
Blowing the horn of war
Fight till we die
Under the thundering skies
Fearless contender
Never surrender
Battle commends tonight
From cradle to battlefield, war is our life
Baptised in blood of the traitors
We forge our weapons with mjolnirs essence
Fresh dragon scales adorn our warriors defense
Night and day, on the frontline
The skirmish is living inside us
Our army of gods, will win by all odds
Blowing the horn of war