Warriors, warriors. Warriors of the north the gorious Our history is written in our our blood We raise pour pints for you The gods of war, gods of war. We need your blessging gods of war We're waiting for your glorious signs. We raise our pints for you Raging thunder, lighting strikes. The earth will quake by fearUndying glory raising hell, We can feel that you are near Pride and glory, viking story. You make us strong, that's for sure Hail our mighty nordic glory, We call upon thee mighty Thor Countrymen, countrymen Isten to their sign they call again A call to arms, to defend our land. They raose their pints for us Now you fought, now you fought You fought like a hero and died by the sword To Valhalla your journey will be We raise our pints for you