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A black host descends

Omen of the end

Fury and pride at Odin's command

Just the mountains can dare to stand

Hordes of the gods

Almighty force

Foreign invader surely won't prevail

The army that cried loud Odin's hail

It doesn't matter how much

I shall suffer to live

To consign my poor soul

In your mighty hands

I long for that moment my life

I shall give and if I die in this battle...

Let battle commence!

Black mist now protects us

From unfaithful eyes,

The attack to the cross

And its god will surely succeed

By Odin's hail

Steel at my side, banners up high

Ancient words from the Gods

I pronounce, the Viking war-cry:

Odin's hail

It doesn't matter how much

I shall suffer to live

To consign my poor soul

In your mighty hands

I long for the moment my life

I shall give and if I die in this battle...

Let battle commence!

"This is the day for which I was born

I blow my last breath into the horn

To the halls of Valhalla

I now finally sail

My last words are

Odin's hail!"