Glittering mails to warriors high  Strongest blades to men of steel  Blades upon which we shall rise    [Ref.]  We're the ones with the paganheart  Proud is our spirit, our will is hard  We're the ones with the paganheart  To conquer back what once was ours    Blades which will cut your throats  Endowed with unimaginable strength  We will reduce you to silence!    [Ref.]    And so the night became  And the battle begun  One by one we cut down the enemies  We're less in numbers but our will is strong as steel  Onwards we march  Under the banner of the ancient pagan empire!    [Ref.]    Glittering mails to warriors high  Strongest blades to men of steel  Blades which will cut your throats  We will reduce you to silence!