Coming in swarms
Out of the sky
Forming an iron cross
Then they divide
Only the smells of death will follow them
Galleys that fly
Out of the north
Painting the sky-ways red
Plundering forth
Only the swiftest will challenge them
Carrying chains
Iron and swords
Poisonous arrows fly
Into the hordes
Only the stoutest stock of northern men
Battling trees
Wrestling rocks
Summoning Voden's strength
Enemies drop
Only the trials of flesh will challenge them
[Chorus:]
Voden's call
One and all
Thor's winds blow
North we go
Coming in swarms
Out of the sky
Forming an iron cross
Then they divide
Only the smells of death will follow them
Galleys that fly
Into the sun
Carrying rogues and slaves
Enemies fallen
Only the trails of blood remember them
[Chorus]