Thundering through the endless woods  let by the sound of the Bjallarhorn,  they resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland.  Clinching with their swords they attack  after hearing the Heimdall's sign to charge,  the sign to ride over Skjeldenland.  Ending with the roman dominion,  they hail the restoration of the pagandom,  burning down the churches with their pagan fire  they do it with ancestral northern hate,  piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ,  They steal the golden call in offering to Odin.  Hailing under the blackened skies of Norway  the raven's claw signed the northern hordes  to charge, to ride all over the Skjeldenland  Claiming their Viking victories in Flanders  as rival they have the Vlanderesns striders  who are daring to keep the Flemish empire.  A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night  sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard's fire  reflecting and resounding with Thor's strikes  all over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland.  Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter nights  Northwinds are howling like hungry wolves  they victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter.  They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire,  Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land.  Rising high their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland.  Hail Skjeldenland!!!