I sharpen my sword, I oil my armour
Plait my beard and tar my snout
The sun sets and skies turn red
Blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight
A nightwolf shall I ride into fortress of Christians
That far shall I draw my sword, stricken down are men
The moon rises upon my blackened land
And blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight
The sword slices throats
Yet in the snow lies corpses
Nightwolf bites the heads off
Blood runs like a rapids
Into priestslaughter with my nightwolf shall I ride
and blood shall flow tonight