| Horna gjallar, vinden bles | |
| Trommer dundrar, vinded bles | |
| Med spjut og boge meter til strid | |
| Me g¥r i bresjen brèdre gjennom blod. | |
| Med von om «re i galskapens namn | |
| Me vert aldri slegn sjèl om me fell | |
| Me reiser ei til Folkvang til, | |
| vanedronnings famn, v¥re fedre skal | |
| me mèta om me fell i dag. | |
| Me flytar ei fr¥ var lagnad sjèlv | |
| om vinden ikkje bles v¥r vei. | |
| Til valfaders hall brèdre. | |
| Med heva spjut i Odins namn. | |
| Me skal heva krus i Odins namn | |
| Nidingar skal falla for v¥re fètter. | |
| Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar. | |
| Ingen hugsat ein tr«ll uten herre | |
| Slegne vert dei n¥r dei fell. | |
| Me hevar v¥pen for v¥r tru | |
| Me slaktar marken for v¥r tru | |
| Ingen n¥de me viser | |
| for dei som snudde ryggen til. | |
| Dèy skal dei som freista | |
| ¥ mura brunnen inn. | |
| ei som for med lègn og svik | |
| Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot | |
| Me skal sigra, brèdre gjennom blod. | |
| [Musikk: R. Kronheim] | |
| [English translation: NIDINGASLAKT] | |
| [Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson] | |
| Horns are resounding, the winds are howling | |
| Drums are pounding, the winds are howling | |
| With spear and bow we go into battle | |
| We are making a stand, brothers in blood | |
| With hope for honour in the name of madness | |
| We will never be defeated, even if we fall | |
| We are not going to Folkvang, | |
| Into the arms of the Vanir Queen, | |
| We shall <??> our fathers if we fall today | |
| We will not flee from our destiny, | |
| even though the winds aren't blowing our way | |
| Brothers, to Valfaders hall | |
| With spear raised in the name of Oden | |
| We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden | |
| Cowards shall fall at our feet | |
| They do not have to pray for sun filled days | |
| No one remembers a slave without a master | |
| Defeated they are when they fall | |
| We raise weapons for our faith | |
| We slaughter the fields for our faith | |
| We have no mercy for those | |
| Who turned their backs | |
| Those who attemmp to close the well | |
| Shall die | |
| Those who lied and betrayed shall die | |
| Give us strenght <strength?>, give us courage | |
| We will prevail | |
| Brothers in blood | |
| [Music: R. Kronheim] |
| Horna gjallar, vinden bles | |
| Trommer dundrar, vinded bles | |
| Med spjut og boge meter til strid | |
| Me g r i bresjen bre dre gjennom blod. | |
| Med von om re i galskapens namn | |
| Me vert aldri slegn sje l om me fell | |
| Me reiser ei til Folkvang til, | |
| vanedronnings famn, v re fedre skal | |
| me me ta om me fell i dag. | |
| Me flytar ei fr var lagnad sje lv | |
| om vinden ikkje bles v r vei. | |
| Til valfaders hall bre dre. | |
| Med heva spjut i Odins namn. | |
| Me skal heva krus i Odins namn | |
| Nidingar skal falla for v re fe tter. | |
| Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar. | |
| Ingen hugsat ein tr ll uten herre | |
| Slegne vert dei n r dei fell. | |
| Me hevar v pen for v r tru | |
| Me slaktar marken for v r tru | |
| Ingen n de me viser | |
| for dei som snudde ryggen til. | |
| De y skal dei som freista | |
| mura brunnen inn. | |
| ei som for med le gn og svik | |
| Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot | |
| Me skal sigra, bre dre gjennom blod. | |
| Musikk: R. Kronheim | |
| English translation: NIDINGASLAKT | |
| Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson | |
| Horns are resounding, the winds are howling | |
| Drums are pounding, the winds are howling | |
| With spear and bow we go into battle | |
| We are making a stand, brothers in blood | |
| With hope for honour in the name of madness | |
| We will never be defeated, even if we fall | |
| We are not going to Folkvang, | |
| Into the arms of the Vanir Queen, | |
| We shall ?? our fathers if we fall today | |
| We will not flee from our destiny, | |
| even though the winds aren' t blowing our way | |
| Brothers, to Valfaders hall | |
| With spear raised in the name of Oden | |
| We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden | |
| Cowards shall fall at our feet | |
| They do not have to pray for sun filled days | |
| No one remembers a slave without a master | |
| Defeated they are when they fall | |
| We raise weapons for our faith | |
| We slaughter the fields for our faith | |
| We have no mercy for those | |
| Who turned their backs | |
| Those who attemmp to close the well | |
| Shall die | |
| Those who lied and betrayed shall die | |
| Give us strenght strength?, give us courage | |
| We will prevail | |
| Brothers in blood | |
| Music: R. Kronheim |
| Horna gjallar, vinden bles | |
| Trommer dundrar, vinded bles | |
| Med spjut og boge meter til strid | |
| Me g r i bresjen brè dre gjennom blod. | |
| Med von om re i galskapens namn | |
| Me vert aldri slegn sjè l om me fell | |
| Me reiser ei til Folkvang til, | |
| vanedronnings famn, v re fedre skal | |
| me mè ta om me fell i dag. | |
| Me flytar ei fr var lagnad sjè lv | |
| om vinden ikkje bles v r vei. | |
| Til valfaders hall brè dre. | |
| Med heva spjut i Odins namn. | |
| Me skal heva krus i Odins namn | |
| Nidingar skal falla for v re fè tter. | |
| Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar. | |
| Ingen hugsat ein tr ll uten herre | |
| Slegne vert dei n r dei fell. | |
| Me hevar v pen for v r tru | |
| Me slaktar marken for v r tru | |
| Ingen n de me viser | |
| for dei som snudde ryggen til. | |
| Dè y skal dei som freista | |
| mura brunnen inn. | |
| ei som for med lè gn og svik | |
| Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot | |
| Me skal sigra, brè dre gjennom blod. | |
| Musikk: R. Kronheim | |
| English translation: NIDINGASLAKT | |
| Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson | |
| Horns are resounding, the winds are howling | |
| Drums are pounding, the winds are howling | |
| With spear and bow we go into battle | |
| We are making a stand, brothers in blood | |
| With hope for honour in the name of madness | |
| We will never be defeated, even if we fall | |
| We are not going to Folkvang, | |
| Into the arms of the Vanir Queen, | |
| We shall ?? our fathers if we fall today | |
| We will not flee from our destiny, | |
| even though the winds aren' t blowing our way | |
| Brothers, to Valfaders hall | |
| With spear raised in the name of Oden | |
| We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden | |
| Cowards shall fall at our feet | |
| They do not have to pray for sun filled days | |
| No one remembers a slave without a master | |
| Defeated they are when they fall | |
| We raise weapons for our faith | |
| We slaughter the fields for our faith | |
| We have no mercy for those | |
| Who turned their backs | |
| Those who attemmp to close the well | |
| Shall die | |
| Those who lied and betrayed shall die | |
| Give us strenght strength?, give us courage | |
| We will prevail | |
| Brothers in blood | |
| Music: R. Kronheim |
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