作词 : Christian Wolf

作曲 : Robert Klein/Alexander Dietz

Now we're leaving open sea towards the western shores

Heading for the Scottish coast

Through the whipping Smirr our Drakkar urging forth

A distant shore lies in front of us so restfully

Occupied by those who beg

Pull the oars my fellows, the beach is just ahead!

Row, brothers, row for the spoil's already near

Fast, brothers, fast, there's a lot for us to tear!

Cloaked by fog we're getting closer to the beach

Then our bows roll on the banks

A single moment - then all hell is breaking loose!

Soft as the weather is the way they're defending

Instead of fighting as men of worth

They're falling on their knees, but their end is now impending

Row, brothers, row for the spoil's already near

Fast, brothers, fast, there's a lot for us to tear!

It's the age of the axe, sword & spear

Teach the occident what is fear

It's the dawn of the wolf in man

It is time for the cross to ban

Slay these foreign parasites

They are prey for sacrifice

Let the age of Herjan rise!

"And when I set my foot into thy disgraced kingdom

Be sure my wrath will last for ages

Without mercy, without grace I will write

Thy chronicles most bloody pag