Fear grows like mist upon the water
Hope lost amidst the ravaged lands
Come forth, suppressor of the ocean
Quench fire, director of the wind
Raised high, built by deeds of valour
The pyres of heathen kings
Filled sky, smoke has taken wing
Above buried spoils of glory
Spear marked and set among the flames
Marked by spear, bereft of fear
Standing stones, guard thy bones
Ascend from this earthly grave
Fate knows what permeates the slaughter
Deeds wrought determined by the hand
Driftwood empowered by the maelstrom
Fearless, face doom with open eyes
Despair is lifted by the fire
On pyre of Heathen kings
Hall bound, what destiny will bring
Haerken, the glory they have brought us
Fight well, inspired by ancient blades