Today we won again Glory to Gods who made us strong and wise Glory to heroes who died in battles Their strenght, courage and heroism make our folk strong
War horns summon us for a battle Heralds of war, spirits of the past Their voices, heralds of Death This is a Day to spill one's Blood...
Spirit of my dead ancestors and brothers I summon you, come to me Through blood and Fire Eternal glory and memory to you
From Earth and Fire the Power was born Gods gave us Steel And the Day came and Steel lusted for Blood We brought Death and Fear to our enemies
Fire is my brother Sword is my friend Blood is my lover Death is my Destiny
In dark forges of Hades Invisible hands play drums And horns speak with deep echoes Fire still burns and steel is forged Day when Earth bursts into flames
When Death comes We will stand at Valhalla's gates Gods will look at us and ask: What did you do for your folk and soil? Did you fight bravely and died
I have never been afraid to die Today love of women and children's laugh Tomorrow blood, fight and Death Today each of us drink to our dead brothers And
in hands My head with helmet protect Put on leather shoes And a stronge horse mount When moon rises I will start my journey Night will be my godness of darkness protection Wind
song Song like wind Like trees, like stream and stone Like moon in fullmoon Like eternal Menhir Like severe white winter Song brought by Gods Changed in wind
battles... they had led us Fas away from falsehood Today only winds sways trees My world doesnt exist I have become a spirit Swayed by sad wind I will
Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here Like a murky cloud of fowls Wind is pulling them about lashing them It is time for wind... for wind...
My eyes like nocturnal vision of an owl My hands are hands of bear My horse faster than wind breath My heart colder than winter Son of the wind Dont
My son, look at the gift I have for you, touch glimmer steal Let it's cold penetrate your young heart And wake eternal call, eternal desire and lust As
When Blood floods in your eyes When Death dances next to you You laugh with despise in her face Today it is not your day to die There are still enemies
and sister had parished Spirits had hidden themselves in darkest shaws The days of bitter oblivion had come Long days of ruth and sadness And only wind
Tercüme: Lord Rüzgar. Oğlu için Kılıç.
Tercüme: Noctis Invocat. Rüzgar Lord.
