- Balfor
White blade falls upon coils of steel
Flickering as it flies
Mighty warrior is dead, who put the Ting
Of swords together
In search of glory he travelled far
His battle snake knew no defeat
No defeat or tiredness
Under the storm of spears
- Beard Of Storm
When the gold Njord lifts his head above grey waves of sea
When Northern cold winds play a horn of a blizzard
Leaving the refuges at the top of the world
When the ice lumps grow on rocks of a fjord
On coast decline branches under caps of snow
When the night knocks at a door of houses
When the Vikings are ready to seize the weapon
In fear before old gods and it seems
- Lord of the Seas
Odin's birds like wolves in battle
They spread their black wings,
Like swords, like oars,
In the water of Njord
Open your eyes, and behold the radiant rays,
That Sol is sending along.
Open your eyes, behold the maidens battle.
- Storm of Steel
Steel water flows round the world
As time flows from the beginning of time
But nothing can change all those nine worlds
Oars strongly scratched by the swords
Among high rocks and ice
In the heart of ancient winds
Spear pierced old grey – haired man
- The Call Of Ancestors
The ice chains will be broken by the first coming rill
And sleeply mighty hands will feel free again
Refreshing vital juices will run thru young veins
Drive out the drunkeness and waking the life up
You hear the voices ofthe ancestors around
When the mountain top is red-stained by the dawn
And a ship isrolled on surges from impstiens
- Triumph of Winter
The raven spreads it's runic wings
Against (the) autumnal moon
The cowering pack awaits the Triumph,
Of Winter transfixed by awe
The hammer of cold has smashed into pieces
The hordes of the living Loki
The flames are amuck, the body is empty
The grip of Berserk is firm
- Valhalla Calls
Bright light as an arrow steel
Shining a way to the hall of vikings
Will lead you over the tops of trees
Nearer to the doors of the sky
Odin!
We are screaming when we fight
Accept our victory as a gift
- War Song
Swords entrusting
In battle mighty
The boldness is better
On ting of armours
Northern wind carries
Pain and death
Cold and horror