For Manalis en Velandur!
Mannen, t'leve ma nej evig duur....

Herjan vear et bluden naart.
Dounear daveirjent ab Roudenbaard.

There lurks evil round each bend of the road
A long life you must not look to have,
So great are the hatreds grown.

For manalis en Velandur!
Mannen, t'leve ma nej evig duur....

Herjan vear et bluden naart.
Dounear daveirjent ab Roudenbaard.

Among kinsmen remain free from fault and reproach
Be slow to wrath though they wrong you much,
In death this will do you good.

To battle is better than to be burned in the hall,
Although it gleams with gold.

Foraan!
Mannen!
Trekker!
Vi Naar!
Roman Land!

Foraan kaempen
For manalis en Velandur,
Trekkar vi naar
Vear dej Wal'es kiest.

For manalis en Velandur!
Mannen, t'leve ma nej evig duur....

Herjan vear et bluden naart.
Dounear daveirjent ab Roudenbaard.

Morning arose that day long time gone,
Two ravens above him showed the way.
He was guided by Odin, led by the one
who shelters the fallen every day by day.

Once blood was shed of countless of men,
In the name of the cross
and christian priests.
For hundreds of years his heart
laid in chains,
But hate grows stronger every day by day.

"Ruler of Asgaard, father of Thor,
Send me your powers divine.
Grant me your wisdom, strengthen my soul,
So revenge of our blood shall be mine.

Oh father Odin, I entreat you with awe,
To ride with me side by side,
So avenged shall all be who had died
in the past by the power of
heathenish pride.

Master of thunder, lighting, and rain,
Soon your hammer and cross shall collide.
Protector of Midgaard's daughters and sons,
in your name Christian reign I will fight.

When the hammer will crush,
and oppressors will fall,
My sword will be raised to thy hail!
Then the fires shall burn in the name
of the Gods as the sign of the
heathen prevail!"

Far in the past he saw what has been.
His father's traditions handed down,
But he still kept in heart the will to prevail as
his hate grows stronger every day by day.

Deep in his heart a shadow has grown
which covered his mind with shades so grey.
But still every morning encouraged his hope
when he sat by the old oak
every day by day.

"Strong is my heart and strong is my will,
Soon I will break our chains.
Then the swords shall be raised
and our flag held up high,
The banner of the heathen domain.

Long I've awaited the day of revenge,
The heathenish reign to return.
Now my swordblade is forged,
And my soul well prepared,
By my hands christian crosses shall burn."

Evening fell that day long time gone,
The ravens above still showed the way.
They were guided by Odin, led by the one,
Who shelters the fallen every day by day.

Blood to be shed of countless of men,
In the name of revenge and heathen pride.
No more whispers will be on heathen ground.
No more mercy will be when Gjallarhorn will sound.