I would wake warriors great  Summon warriors of the oak  High as a pine in the forest  Summon those who sleep  Wake those beneath the grass  Buried deep under fields  Under sacrificial graves  In the burning earth    Carve runes upon the horns  Stain them red with blood  We mumble our spells and sing our hymns  Filled with lust we drink  The mead so pure and strong  Proffered by smiling maidens  We praise the taste on our tongue  Mead blessed for us by Odin    My father he has promised  That glorious I'll become  Standing high in the stern  Steering the ship so worthy    Slained in battle I rise again  Brought to life by a heathen spell  The sea was my home, I ruled the waves  Without fearing my death  Arising from the realm  Where the dead are screaming in vain  Bring forth the day  And I'll fight by your side    Born here in northern land  My vision's been clear since long ago  My heart will bleed as I walk upon earth  My fate lies here, carved in stone  I'm surrounded by fires  I behold this fearsome night  I was born as a wolf  But raised as a human