Icy cold waters crashing at the bow
Silence broken by a scream from the prow
Enemy ships sighted ahead
Soon the oceans blueness shall become a shade of red

Fighting for existence
We'll keep up our persistence
Now's the time to resist these foreign ways
We'll fight on till the bitter end
Got to stop this foreign trend
We're Asatru warriors and were here to stay

They have twelve ships to our eight
In Nordic seas they'll meet their fate
Gaze your last upon our fjord
In it you'll die and meet your lord

Hear the screams they sound so good
Smell the fear and the burning wood
Get the priests and slit their throats
May their god die with them on their sinking boats

Fighting for existence
We'll keep up our persistence
Now's the time to resist these foreign ways
We'll fight on till the bitter end
Got to stop this foreign trend
We're Asatru warriors and we're here to stay