Huntsmen, ye of faith and pride Upon this day we shall ride Over fields and mountainsides For horns, for meat and hides Let the hunting falcon soar Tread where none have gone before Where owl's howl and bears doth roar To chase the ox and boar By the glittering morning dew May thy aim be true Blood for Odin, in the glen Soon we shall hunt again Diffrent game awaits us then We shall hunt for heads of men Traitor-necks and traitor-lives Their blood upon our knives Today we hunt Today we kill Today we feast Of the flesh of the beast If tomorrow brings our death Today we still draw breath