The long northern winter has come

We march through the snow that reminds us our home

The three Lodbrok brothers command us

Ubbe, Halvdane and Ivarr the Boneless.



Sitting here by the fire

I look to the army that frightens the world

Loud norsemen laughters resound through the air

We don't fear the death for our life was decided by Fate.



The vikings have come

Here's the pagan horde

Aim to the walls!



Prepare the siege machines

Aim to the walls,

The assault has begun,

Attack!



Tear down the wall!



Come to me, Sons of the North

This quest will be always recalled

As the terror that came from the North!