Look at crosses - they are not yours
Your axe will take away from enemies their paradise
Herd of white sheep are on a throat in blood
Of wolves they will die - on fight arise
We stand in darkness, and we do not have tears
We worship Thor, instead of yours christ
And the fire burn - ice will not melt
Those who believed in paradise, immediately will die
And the people stand, blindly looking upward
On knees, christian slave!
And altar is burning - on a cross is Jesus
It's for you an idol, for me he is a coward
Again blood and fire, berserker arise!
Again Odin in soul, and appeals Thor
Your axe is brought on poor paradise
Again wolves carrx for sheeps terror