Forward, Soldiers of Honour!
Songs of the Horned Helms!
Thunderous Tidings of Freedom!
The Path of the Northern Stars!

By steel our dreams are fashioned
On blood-red voyages afar,
Upon the mast a sail is flying —
The banners of Asgardrei!

Supernatural in splendour,
Shining in accursed gold,
Through the dragon-mist on beast-prow sailing,
Cast the cursed hoard into the cold.

Through storms of arrows and iron,
Through thunder of bronze and waves,
My blade shall sever forever
The Earth-Circle of trials and pain.

Like serpents winding onward,
The rivers twist beneath the sky,
Bound fast in chains of winter,
In frozen splendour they lie.

And in the wolf’s eternal running
The Wanderer’s tracks remain.
And in the roar of the sea-wind
The Spirits of the North still sing!

Spirits of the North!
And let Fenrir awaken,
Let the heart-dew now be spilled,
Faith burns deep within my breast,

And hand and sword are wed.
The Sun shall vanish in his jaws,
The storm shall set the heavens aflame,
And the Ship of the Dead shall journey

To a world where no sun remains.
And in the roar of the sea-wind
The Spirits of the North still sing!
Spirits of the North!

The jaws of the world are closing,
How glorious the ruin appears!
The might of heroic symbols
Shall blaze at the world’s last hour!

And where the Wolf arises,
Above the dust of mortal men,
Fierce passion reigns among the fallen,
As Ragnarok awakens again.

No place remains for the fallen,
No earth beneath them to lie,
And ravens darken the heavens,
Blotting out the light of the stars.