Over Fjell Og Gjennom Torner

Over mountains and through thorns
Through the dark forest
Like a warrior, head on a tree
Cutting flesh, deep nails in the skin

Ravens' beaks will feast on blood
After the battle has taken place
Armored bodies in cruel combat
Axes planted, souls suffer
Cold swords that open the skin
Have a scent fresh of blood

The Norse race must slaughter the other
When the flame beats too heavily on our door