We were sailing towards
The unknown in the open sea
After the storm, our hope was lost
In the raging waves but
My old faith was never so strong
My viking heart don't fear the fate!

Under Leif's christian command
Full of wild grapes was the land
To which we approached
And tried to live but no more
Hydromel was in our horns
Our viking hearts don't fear the fate!

Twice a winter, we messed our beloved.

Praying the lord,
Leif sought a blessing for our souls
Under his sign we abandoned our folks
Now we are ready to unfurl the sails
Naglfar the ship will not have our nails
Our viking hearts don't fear the fate!

Twice a winter we missed our beloved
To these shores our hearts do not belong!
Our ship devours the ocean waste
The sea is the nature on which we where born
Approaching our bay resound the viking horn

The hammer triumphant
The cross now is torn
My viking heart still has faith!

Twice a winter, we missed our beloved
Who did enlight the way to return?
Mighty Thor bring me back home.

We chose our destiny
Fianna is the name
For which we shall live
To which our souls we give

Once again to the battle we march
Blow after blow
Swords spreading death
Witness your glory or
Your mates' last breath

March! March!

We answer the call of the king
From far you can hear
The army that sings
Victory we bring!

Lamp fires await for the dawn
Coward would me the attack
Glory awaits when the sun
Shines bright

March! March!

On the march
On the march again
On the march
On the march!

He walks among strangers' eyes
Hearse of his unknown presence
The world is still confused
And the balance was changed
By the DoomSword

The dark shape will rise
A demon at side
The DoomSword will fall
On the world
The bell of fate sounds its toll
The DoomSword

For the whole world will fear
The sign and the name of the lord
Who bears the DoomSword!

Resign to the blade
Which in hell was made
Your soul is safe no more
It can't be your choice:
Bow to the sword!

Listen to the doom
And knell to the sword
The blade rose tall it's now ruler
Ruler of all for the whole world will fear
The sign and the name of the lord
Who bears the DoomSword

For I am your god and you must obey
I am the king, war I will bring
Follow me or be my pray
Be my pray!

If you look to the east,
On the ways of pilgrimage
You can still see the trails
Which they left behind

Deserted sands on the slopes
Of what once where hills
Hide a mystic mystery
The quest for the holy research

Nine knights for nine years
Piercing the ground they all disappeared
A secret plot disguised as holy quest
Nine knights did want to disappear

As above so below of the temple
Was the law, see the stars that shine
Upon dark shapes behind the cross

What was found has now been lost
Arcane knowledge they obtained
What they finally left be
Kind is what chosen few can see.

Nine knights for nine years piercing
The ground they all disappeared
A secret plot disguised as holy quest
Nine knights did want to disappear

Nine knights, one might!

I look to my land this one
The last time should be a desperate deed
I will mire my blood with sand
The steel is now in me this cold blade

That gives me death
And all I see is the blood
From my wounds, blinding me

The death which I will have
Should grant me the glory I sought
For my breed shall proclaim
How glorious was their elder one

This is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand...
No! Do not crave for those
Who died with sword in hand

I look to my land this one,
The last time should be a desperate deed
I will mix my blood with sand
My battle ends here

Every one witnessed I had no fear
With honour I fought
Don't cry for those who died this way,

The death which I will have
Should grant me the glory I sought
For my breed shall proclaim
How glorious was their elder one,

This is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand,
No! Do not crave for those
Who died with sword in hand.

We were roaming through the Black head
Hungry and tired looking for food
When we saw an old and thin deer
And we dreamt cooked flesh with beer
We held in tight in our hand the spear
Like the mind it fled with its fear

Nine warriors were at my side
Everyone incarnation of pride
Together with my two hounds for that day
Still no food we had found
With our usual defiance
The hunt carried on for more preys
Thirsty spears shone

Warrior and bard poetry
Runs through your heart
Enchant and dazes you
Lower your blade

On our path we boldly walked forth
When a red braded deer
From the north swiftly stood
Before eager eyes
To attack we all mobilized
But even the hounds stood still at my cry:
Leave that deer for he should die!

Baffled eyes turned towards me
All admired my pure ecstasy
With calm I sang my poetry
For its beauty my will should let be,
With my words all hearts were bestowed,
Poetry's power I mystically showed.

A black host descends
Omen of the end
Fury and pride at Odin's command
Just the mountains can dare to stand

Hordes of the gods
Almighty force
Foreign invader surely won't prevail
The army that cried loud Odin's hail

It doesn't matter how much
I shall suffer to live
To condign my poor soul
In your mighty hands
I long for that moment my life
I shall give and if I die in this battle...

Let hammer commence!

Black mist now protect us
From unfaithful eyes
The attack to the cross
And its god will surely succeed..

Steel at my side, banners up high
Ancient words from the Gods
I pronounce the Viking war-cry:

Odin's hail!

It doesn't matter how
Much I shall suffer to live
To condign my poor soul
In your mighty hands
I long for the moment my life
I shall give and if I die in this battle...

Let Battle commence!
This is the dan for which I was born
I blow my last breath into the horn
To the halls of Valhalla
I know finally
My last words are:

Odin's hail!