I grab the axe
I need my thirst for violence
Mighty Odin on my side


I ride the Nordic land
In search of victims to torture

Red blood must flow on the white snow

I am prepared

Prepared to pass the gates
I deserve my place
My place to the gate of Valhalla


I found innocent people
In a lost and quiet village

Pillage, rape and kill all occupants

My axe spilled blood

I am all covered in red
Set all the place on fire


I am prepared
Prepared to pass the gates
I deserve my place

My place to the gates of Valhalla
I shall meet my maker
I shall die with honour

I shall meet my fallen comrades
I shall live to die


Fire all around
I am ready to die