Now we're leaving open sea towards the western shores Heading for the Scottish coast Through the whipping Smirr our Drakkar urging forth A distant shore lies in front of us so restfully Occupied by those who beg Pull the oars my fellows, the beach is just ahead! Row, brothers, row for the spoil's already near Fast, brothers, fast, there's a lot for us to tear! Cloaked by fog we're getting closer to the beach Then our bows roll on the banks A single moment - then all hell is breaking loose! Soft as the weather is the way they're defending Instead of fighting as men of worth They're falling on their knees, but their end is now impending Row, brothers, row for the spoil's already near Fast, brothers, fast, there's a lot for us to tear! It's the age of the axe, sword & spear Teach the occident what is fear It's the dawn of the wolf in man It is time for the cross to ban Slay these foreign parasites They are prey for sacrifice Let the age of Herjan rise! "And when I set my foot into thy disgraced kingdom Be sure my wrath will last for ages Without mercy, without grace I will write Thy chronicles most bloody pages"