A storm tore the fleet apart Left us sailing for weeks alone One day we saw the land we´ve been searching I prepared to order the attack Father up high Hear our prayer We who may die Needs your choosen slayers With the suns first rays We stormed the dying village Screaming our warcry We threw ourselves on the enemy Ravens above Presence of our gods Winds blow our way Is that a sign ? But the enemy was cunning and had prepared An ambush to have us all dead When the truth was reveiled we realised No one will ever return home If we all shall die Then let our streanght be remembered Oden are watching Rage wild left the enemy severed Father up high, hear our prayer We who shall die, needs your choosen slayers We stood one for ten enemies Open wounds and dying men Our axes weilded wild for this day We shall fall with glory By the horizon longship sails appeared Ma**ing for their brethrens life The dark sky told that Thor arrived And the anger of the giants bane Odens warriors the berserkers Came to pour the life of this reign Once again those still standin Charged cutting brutal in malice As our brothers arrived at the shores Doom of the d**h given without remorse Father up high Hear our prayer We who are Victorious This victory is yours But that fate where not mine A sharp arrow pierced my chest I threw my axe crushing his skull Tell my family I died with glory