The nocturnal moon grimly shines above us And cold winds of death penetrates the raging hordes Hail the battlesky, hail the north And the sky was burning with the flames of a thousand souls The nocturnal moon is ablaze and the Soulless creatures of damnation ride Upon the hatred of the elder gods War, glorious are those who are sons of Odhinn For they truly are the rulers of the northern sphere The nocturnal moon grimly shines above us And cold winds of death penetrates the raging hordes Hail the battlesky, hail the north And the sky was burning with the flames of a thousand souls The battlesky is burning and the elder gods are awake And the banner of Valhalla ride upon the winds of death War, glorious are those who ride the winds For they truly are the rulers of the battlefields