Our pagan ways will not die From our fist the north unites Cross and God we defy They shall fear our battle cry Gather, warriors, the raven calls White Christ's followers will kneel or fall Ready your sword, your axe and spear Let God's lambs bleed out in fear Just like rats they swarm our lands Cross at their neck and book in hand Foolish idols, feeble minds To no honor they fight and die We call thee, Odin (Odin) We call thee, Tyr (Tyr) We call thee, Freya (Freya) Gods of war From the soil of the north we are born Pagan heart will beat ever strong We answer their god's weak demands With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand Crows gather to pick the bones Fallen brothers and butchered foes Tonight we drink from skulls of foes Upon a pile of christian bones We call thee, Odin (Odin) We call thee, Tyr (Tyr) We call thee, Freya (Freya) Gods of war From the soil of the north we are born Pagan heart will beat ever strong We answer their god's weak demands With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand ♪ Odin, Tyr, Freya Gods of war Odin, Tyr, Freya Gods of war ♪ From the soil of the north we are born Pagan heart will beat ever strong We answer their god's weak demands With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand