Paroles: Enslaved. Nidingaslakt.

Horna gjallar, vinden bles
Trommer dundrar, vinded bles
Med spjut og boge meter til strid
Me gar I bresjen brodre gjennom blod.
Med von om ere I galskapens namn
Me vert aldri slegn sjol om me fell

Me reiser ei til Folkvang til,
vanedronnings famn, vare fedre skal
me mota om me fell I dag.
Me flytar ei fra var lagnad sjolv
om vinden ikkje bles var vei.
Til valfaders hall brodre.

Med heva spjut I Odins namn.
Me skal heva krus I Odins namn
Nidingar skal falla for vare fotter.
Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar.
Ingen hugsat ein trell uten herre
Slegne vert dei nar dei fell.

Me hevar vapen for var tru
Me slaktar marken for var tru
Ingen nade me viser
for dei som snudde ryggen til.
Doy skal dei som freista
a mura brunnen inn.
ei som for med logn og svik
Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot
Me skal sigra, brodre gjennom blod.

English translate: Nidingaslakt

Horns are resounding, the winds are howling

Drums are pounding, the winds are howling
With spear and bow we go into battle
We are making a stand, brothers in blood
With hope for honour in the name of madness
We will never be defeated, even if we fall

We are not going to Folkvang,
Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,
We shall our fathers if we fall today
We will not flee from our destiny,
even though the winds aren't blowing our way
Brothers, to Valfaders hall

With spear raised in the name of Oden
We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden
Cowards shall fall at our feet
They do not have to pray for sun filled days
No one remembers a slave without a master
Defeated they are when they fall

We raise weapons for our faith
We slaughter the fields for our faith
We have no mercy for those
Who turned their backs
Those who attemmp to close the well
Shall die
Those who lied and betrayed shall die
Give us strength, give us courage
We will prevail
Brothers in blood