Awakening At Dawn, To Horns Alarming Call.  Ships From The West Had Been Seen Heading  Towards Us. With The Sign of Cross They Would  Come To Enslave Our Land. In Vein They Spill Blood  Because Blind They Are To See. We Never Will Be  Slain, Our Heritage Will Always Remain.    Over These Hills  Along These Lakes,  In The Spirit of These Woods,  In Wind They'll Hear Our Call.    They'll Feel It In Their Heart As It Flows Through  Their Veins. With Northern Pride And Honour Will  Northmen See True From False. And False Men Will  Not Long Rule These Lands. There Will Come A Time  When Northmen In Our Spirit Will Draw Their Blades  Again...    No Matter How Outnumbered We Saddled Our Horses  Took Our Swords And Our Shields.  And Towards The Seashore Each one Headed.  Soon Realized Our Foes That We Can Not Be  Persuaded To Their Will.    But Neither Are We Here To Die.  We Came For Our Honour And For Our Heathen Pride.  After First Horse Galloped Ahead No Steps Were  Taken Back... Berserk We Fight!    And We Ride Forth,  And We Ride Forth,  Until Last of Us Will Fall.