Hear what’s written on the wind.
We come to kill and kill again.
Our arrows fall like hail
Trample on the dead. — Ride through the
Gate of clouds — stand on the open step.
Run beserk — spreading fear and pain.
Black shield and weapons, black our chain.
None can harm us — not their fire —
Iron or steel — for we have the
Will to power — with power we will
Kill.
Kill with power — die die
Kill with power — die die
To the war god Odin you will pray.
And the curse of weapons shall
Remain. On the blood of all our
Fathers — on their weapons we now
Swear to avenge — not lament.
Give the False ones death.
Kill with power — die die
Kill with power — die die