Heathen Horde - Ensiferum

Too many times has moon travelled across the sky

Since our fathers sailed out for glory and honour

It’s time to fulfil the vow once given

Forge your plows to swords, send the word

Raise an army countless as stars in the sky

All heathen hearts

Answer the call

God of thunder bless our swords

Our heathen horde

Will never fall

We are hungry for blood, steel and war

Filled with strength, valour, determination

Determined to conquer the land

There is no power

In their weak invocation

Puny invocations to their feeble god

Desecrate and drown it in their blood

Ósnjallr maðr

Hyggsk munu ey lifa

Ef hann við víg varask

En elli gefr

Honum engi frið

Þótt honum geirar gefi

Row!

Storm is getting near

Row!

I can see land ahead

No!

Show no mercy for the weak

Gold, land and women are ours to take so kill!

English translation of Old Norse poem:

«A coward believes he will ever live

If he keep him safe from strife:

But old age leaves him not long in peace

Though spears may spare his life.»