In A Winter Battle

...where brave men stroke down their holy oppressors

onward they ride to the land

red are the swords in their hand

black are their souls

hate in their minds

so they are going to fight

crushing all holy and weak

burn their churches they love

burn all they have

let the blood flow

this is the hour of revenge

hear the sound of the steel

mixed with their screams

fire and flames

shine into the night

shining so bright

die by the sword

mendacious gods

unleash the unholy storm

celebrate a rebirth in the night

destroy all the sacred

destroy all the blessed

and built the vast kingdom again

on dragonships they come to the coast

to enter the sanctuary

odin's strike has begun

and will not end

till'the last one has died

this is our war

and the saviour is dead

fighting so proud

for the bastard's end