I would wake warriors great Summon warriors of the oak High as a pine in the forest Summon those who sleep Wake those beneath the grass Buried deep under fields Under sacrificial graves In the burning earth Carve runes upon the horns Stain them red with blood We mumble our spells and sing our hymns Filled with lust we drink The mead so pure and strong Proffered by smiling maidens We praise the taste on our tongue Mead blessed by Odin My father he has promised That glorious I'll become Standing high in the stern Steering the ship so worthy Slained in battle I rise again Brought to life by a heathen spell The sea was my home, I ruled the waves Without fearing my death Arising from the realm Where the dead are screaming in vain Bring forth the day And I'll fight by your side Born here in northern land My vision's been clear since long ago My heart will bleed as I walk upon earth My fate lies here, carved in stone I'm surrounded by fires I behold this fearsome night I was born as a wolf But raised as a human My father he has promised That glorious I'll become Standing high in the stern Steering the ship so worthy