Long for North Burst from the frigid seas From North with Njord aside To ravage the civilised nations And wash the filth away Death is right upon you As the ravens circling high With blood of the enemy Swords shine red in the sky Never give up of the old ways, Harjafader Writing history in enemies blood. Valfadr, never give up on the old ways. Harjafader, from ashes and bloodied soil We're sworn! Back to North Soon to be gone A future to end in fire As the battle rages on Of your children a funeral pyre The joy of mercy none Spread grief and split your tongue Under the Gods protection Fell in chaos. Pale white and cold Swords sang: rejoice once more Rejoice once more Your death Back to North