Blood is life, from an ancient spring it still runs pure Blood is ages past, where gods of old gave us pride Blood is fire, burning us with liquid red Blood is death, taking us to our golden halls Strength is ours For the strong have the right to rule Without fear we rule For the weak and scared will always fall We are the chosen We come with tide Pray to your false gods For we will not heed Our blood holds the rage of the northmen Two centuries of fear from the seas Behold the dragons of the north Gods watches us But interferes not us mortal men Faith not needed For the strength of your deeds will be judged Blood is fire, burning us with liquid red Blood is death, taking us to our golden halls