We attacked with thousand swords

Our banners were streaming under clouds

At the gates of christian capital

the wide river of blood was flowing

we attacked with hate in our eyes



Their request for mercy was nothing for us,

they had no respect for our ancestors

today is not a day for mercy.

We attacked and golden palaces collapsed.

Christ's elected ones paradise was burning

their golden bells were tolling the last hour

the last hour of christian rulers in pagan europe

We are just blessed soldiers

from the depths of unbaptized forests

barbarian in the wolfish skins

And we had pleasure to burn the vatican!

Gods returned and now they are with us

Spirit of war possessed our souls

Our swords want to fight with our moves

Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica

Hers of ravens fly between the clouds

They'll come to the earth, when we go away

They'll eat food we prepared

They'll drink blood we have spilled

Epilogue : the vengeance will be cruel

blessed by gods and spirits

In self defence of fatherland

Vengeance done by our hands

bringing cruel death for enemies.