A strong wind blow of the south I feel the smell of the death A great storm will be coming My enemies are dear Mow is the time to fight together Defend your people and your land Now is the time of the fury of the gods Embrace your fear and your death The air is crimson by the blood of the men Into your eyes I see my father and mother again Hail brave warriors Keep the swords to the high The iron is your belief Now is the time to fight March to the fight, to die and To the sacrifice Ride to kill, to live the gods with me ride Before the battle we pray to the gods of war Gods of war Hail brave warriors Keep the swords of the high The iron is our belief Now is the time to fight War!