We have readen in the Runes Which Oden gave to us After nine days hanging from the Tree Our fate is written And we cannot avoid Dying in the battle and be free So let the march of time begin facing to the end Fight with pride and honour, raise your fist Free your rage, let it fill your heart And tonight in Valhall we will feast We will die by the sword That's an honour to the warriors from the north We profess the religion of the glory by our own There's no oblivion for those who are brave There will be no remembrance on the coward's graves Sea is roaring, wind is blowing Storm is bursting now God of seas is calling for our death Sea is roaring, wind is blowing Storm is bursting now God of seas is calling for our death So let the march of time begin facing to the end Fight with pride and honour, raise your fist Free your rage, let it fill your heart And tonight in Valhall we will feast We will die by the sea That's a proof that all the seamen have to pass If we want to defy the gods, discover a new land All the brave will be swallowed by the storm And the cowards will be starving at their home We will die by the sword That's an honour to the warriors from the north We profess the religion of the glory by our own There's no oblivion for those who are brave There will be no remembrance on the coward's graves