Im Auge Des Sturms

The fog is rising, the see is whipping
It does not hurt to leave home
Hearts of steel, we're sailing in front
On bloody ways, onehundred men!

Glorious doings we will fulfill
When the horns yell in battle
Hail thor, you will guide us
When we ride armed into battle!

As soon the friary is arrived
The fog and his shadows give us way
It shreds the air, awful the wrath
As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn!

In the christians' eyes were a thorn
Soon they'll feel our awful wrath
No mourning for the dead, they fell in battle
And will arise on wotan's table!

As soon the friary is arrived
The fog and his shadows give us way
It shreds the air, awful the wrath
As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn!

The swords' flash, the steel is cold
We rape and murder with raw brutality
Enmity and hate in eternity
We feel for christianity!

As soon the friary is arrived
The fog and his shadows give us way
It shreds the air, awful the wrath
As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn!