Hans Siste Vinter
En mann dro for å lage ild
Om hjertet brant, hans sjel var vill
I et slag hvor far var glemt
Det ble hans lange, kalde, siste vinter
En kriger stor med kovnet sinn
I tåkedal han ble ført inn
Fra sitt ariske palass
Det ble hans siste, lange, kalde, siste vinter
Kvitekrist og jøde feirer nå
De tror at Odin vil forgå
Men kampen den har nå begynt
Det er hans første ærefulle seier
His last winter
A man went to make a fire
If the heart burned, his soul was wild
In a battle where father was forgotten
It was his long, cold, last winter
A warrior great with a hardened mind
Into the misty valley he was led
From his Aryan palace
It was his last, long, cold, last winter
White Christ and Jew are now celebrating
They believe that Odin will perish
But the battle has now begun
It is his first honorable victory
Escrita por: Darkthrone / Fenriz