Lirama

Mounted men, with axe and shield
On their ride through shallow field
See your sons, oh Vanadis
Light my ways, oh Manalihs

Freyas Val
Woutans half

Oaken woods as dark as night
Home of those of heathen pride
Grant me strength, oh Asynja
Be my guide, oh Valfreya

Freyas Val
Vingolfs's pride

Herjan!

When the moon shines bright from the dark black sky
We raise our swords to thy hail
When the runes are thrown and the ravens fly
As a sign of our heathens prevail

While the morning breaks through Tenkterian wood
While the sun sets the shores aflame
There is one thing only which never dies
The honour of thy name

Foraan!

By my side my brothers fall
On their way to Freya's hall