歌词
Our fathers fell, generation after the next
The mightiest of gods will always fall to this earth
But when we look back, we must always remember
The mountains we've climbed, the realms we've won
This new land, still filled with the kin of the Wanderer
The true Anglo-Northmen now rise together as one
Old guard of the North, the final soldiers of Óðinn
As our blood flows, our flags will fly and our brothers die