The trampled There lives uncreated by the powers of mine Behold the victims Died on foreign ground a soaked soil Strange curse (of drained wisdom), part I Arise and see the Huskarl in thee You were afraid for long thy God would be wrong And all that is, you offered it all They will never kill they warlike spirit Assemble the Gods of war Strange curse, Part II Op deze nieuwe morgen Straalt er zon noch licht Dit is het rijk van dood en duisternis Dark shadows engulf This once so sacred land The dark prophesy Must be at hand If there is one God to behold us all It should be Satan If there is good in this transcendental war It should be Satan If there is one God where I will die for It will be Satan