A black host descendsnOmen of the endnFury and pride at Odin's commandnJust the mountains can dare to stand,nHordes of the godsnAlmighty forcenForeign invader surely won't prevailnThe army that cried loud Odin's hail.nIt doesn't matter how muchnI shall suffer to livenTo consign my poor soulnIn your mighty handsnI long for that moment my lifenI shall give and if I die in this battle...nLet battle commence!nBlack mist now protect usnFrom unfaithful eyes,nThe attack to the crossnAnd its god will surely succeed,nSteel at my side, banners up high,nAncient words from the GodsnI pronounce, the Viking war-cry:nOdin's hailnIt doesn't matter how much nI shall suffer to livenTo consign my poor soulnIn your mighty handsnI long for the moment my lifenI shall give and if I die in this battle...nLet Battle commence!nThis is the day for which I was born,nI blow my last breath into the horn,nTo the halls of ValhallanI know finally sailnMy last words arenOdin's hail!