Brave sons of the pagan age raise

By the summoning of a wind from the past

Silently watching the valleys below

As the northern light crosses the sky

By the light of a thousand fires

Over the hills of thousand graves

Unholy invocating words have been

Chanted

The rebirth of the ravens has come

War is the reflection in their eyes

Glorious again the northland shall become

And the strength of the pagan ones shall

Arise

Brave sons of the pagan age raise

Northern steel cuts the flesh of the false

Storms of ancient hate are howling

Across time

As the lightning rapes the sky

And the blaze of the hammer strikes

Force the weak to kneel for the strong

The rebirth of the ravens has come