| Horna gjallar, vinden bles
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| Trommer dundrar, vinded bles
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| Med spjut og boge meter til strid
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| Me gr I bresjen brdre gjennom blod.
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| Med von om re I galskapens namn
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| Me vert aldri slegn sjl om me fell
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| Me reiser ei til Folkvang til,
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| vanedronnings famn, vre fedre skal
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| me mta om me fell I dag.
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| Me flytar ei fr var lagnad sjlv
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| om vinden ikkje bles vr vei.
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| Til valfaders hall brdre.
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| Med heva spjut I Odins namn.
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| Me skal heva krus I Odins namn
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| Nidingar skal falla for vre ftter.
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| Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar.
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| Ingen hugsat ein trll uten herre
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| Slegne vert dei nr dei fell.
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| Me hevar vpen for vr tru
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| Me slaktar marken for vr tru
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| Ingen nde me viser
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| for dei som snudde ryggen til.
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| Dy skal dei som freista
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| mura brunnen inn.
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| ei som for med lgn og svik
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| Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot
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| Me skal sigra, brdre gjennom blod.
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| English translate: Nidingaslakt
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| Horns are resounding, the winds are howling
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| Drums are pounding, the winds are howling
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| With spear and bow we go into battle
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| We are making a stand, brothers in blood
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| With hope for honour in the name of madness
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| We will never be defeated, even if we fall
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| We are not going to Folkvang,
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| Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,
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| We shall our fathers if we fall today
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| We will not flee from our destiny,
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| even though the winds aren’t blowing our way
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| Brothers, to Valfaders hall
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| With spear raised in the name of Oden
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| We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden
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| Cowards shall fall at our feet
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| They do not have to pray for sun filled days
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| No one remembers a slave without a master
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| Defeated they are when they fall
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| We raise weapons for our faith
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| We slaughter the fields for our faith
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| We have no mercy for those
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| Who turned their backs
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| Those who attemmp to close the well
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| Shall die
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| Those who lied and betrayed shall die
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| Give us strength, give us courage
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| We will prevail
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| Brothers in blood |