Born like a true hammerchild

I was along time ago.

Dubbed with lightning and steel

in the sign of the ravens.

Cold nordic winds

sweep across our land

with air

breathed in the sky.



Under the wings

of Odins messengers we live.

Carrying on our nordic blood

from fathers to sons.



In the sign of the ravens,

our hearts still pounds.

To the might of thy hammer,

we are eternally bound.



In the sign of the ravens,

our hearts still pounds.

To the might of thy hammer,

we are eternally bound.



Strong ancient spirits

gurdes our way of living,

with scenes

seen way up in Valhall.

When the horn is blown

we will stand united

in long armoured lines,

ready for the eastern treat.



We shall fight beneath the sky,

as you fight above.

We shall all be willing to die,

in the sign of the ravens.