Horna gjallar, vinden bles Trommer dundrar, vinded bles Med spjut og boge meter til strid Me gÃ¥r I bresjen brødre gjennom blod. Med von om Ã're I galskapens namn Me vert aldri slegn sjøl om me fell
Me reiser ei til Folkvang til, vanedronnings famn, våre fedre skal me møta om me fell I dag. Me flytar ei frå var lagnad sjølv om vinden ikkje bles vår vei. Til valfaders hall brødre.
Med heva spjut I Odins namn. Me skal heva krus I Odins namn Nidingar skal falla for vÃ¥re føtter. Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar. Ingen hugsat ein trÃ'll uten herre
Slegne vert dei når dei fell.
Me hevar våpen for vår tru Me slaktar marken for vår tru Ingen nåde me viser for dei som snudde ryggen til. Døy skal dei som freista å mura brunnen inn. ei som for med løgn og svik Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot Me skal sigra, brødre gjennom blod.
English translate: Nidingaslakt
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 strength, give us courage We will prevail Brothers in blood
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