As golden sun sets to the horizon and night falls
 Forgotten strength and wisdom of nature I discover
 Warlike winter wind blows from the forest of inhumanity
 Sounding of the horn calls to raise the swords
 I ride towards the battlefield and the warriors of Valhalla ride with me
 I bear the flag of the sunwheel
 flag of purity
 Blood of betrayers on my white hands
 I raise my hammer
 On the fields of honour
 We attack the servants of god
 On the fields of blood red snow
 With honour I stand in the darkness
 Swing of the hammer of misanthropy
 End of all Christian life with lightning strikes
 God, I am to be your death
 for you light will not be