Cruel storm is lashing my ship   I hear my people's cries   Wind sweeps their words away and carry off into the abyss   Icy rain pierces through our bodies   Depth open its skies   We will plunge in the dark abyss   Or we will walk towards our destiny   Written with ancient runes   My comrades fight for life   They are strong, brave and relentless   But their cries mean nothing   Today our destiny is in God's hands   We won many battles   We overcame many brave warriors   We were pleased with gained treasures   And laments of the defeated   But our bravery and ruthlessness   Mean nothing to the sea monsters   Today we will be the victims   If we survive this storm   Wotan! We will sing you a song of glory   Witches put spell on our ship   The course reached us   The course of the committed crimes and desecrated temples   Our greed is punished   Soon our bones fall on the bottom of the sea   Inevitable end is coming   Sea eager for our blood   We will make a sacrifice of bravest warriors   Wind will sing funeral song   Wotan! Take your sons!