I ekot av fders stolthet
Vr hednaorden vpnar sig till kamp
Att bardas med kristus veka brder
Ett blot till gudamakters ra
Nu hammarslagen rungar ver skyn
Med hgaktning vi hyllar vra anor
Mmed ravnakungens bvsamma kraft
Och styrka till sinnet av mjdets stma
Vi skola handkraftas och drpa
Himmelrikets svaglynta gesll
Hednisk i hjrteblodet
Lekamen sjuder av stridslust och hat
Segertget sveper genom Svea Rike
Nordens sner, framt
Ty yverboren r vr tt
Hillebard och slipat stl
Drnkta i det tunna kristemannablod
Vr naturdyrkan frenar tro och handling
Och himlens fall r vr frlsning
[English translation:]
The Heathen Order
In the echo of ancestors' pride
Our heathen order arms for fight
To fight with Christ's weak brethren
A sacrifice to the honour of divine powers
Now the hammer strikes thunder over the sky
With esteem we honour our ancestry
With the raven king's dreadful power
And strengthened to the mind by the mead's sweetness
We shall battle and slay
The weakminded apprentices of Heaven
Heathen in the backbone
The body simmers with battlelust and hate
The victory march sweeps through the Kingom of Svea6
Sons of the north, onward
For the patriotism is our family
Halberd and sharpened steel
Soaked in the thin blood of the christians
Our nature worship unites faith and act
And the fall of the Heaven is our salvation
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
