Night of retribution

The pyres burn in the distance for Satan

Barking dogs in the woods are far away

With my shield and sword worn with valour

I smell the terror of the holy in the wintry night

I stand at the fires, still my breath steams in the cold

In the light of the fullmoon I mount my horse

It's the night of retribution and christian holocaust

From the pyres their screams call our old horn's return...