Fists harder than the back of Odin's head Stronger than all of valhalla Our enemies, despite of their weapons or luck Have better prepare for ragnarok
Sons of the sun, daughters of the moon The titans from the ancient caverns Our army of gods, will win by all odds Blowing the horn of war
Fight till we die Under the thundering skies Fearless contender Never surrender Battle commends tonight
From cradle to battlefield, war is our life Baptised in blood of the traitors We forge our weapons with mjolnirs essence Fresh dragon scales adorn our warriors defense
Night and day, on the frontline The skirmish is living inside us Our army of gods, will win by all odds Blowing the horn of war
