Idioma Origen:
DIE!
Before the grimmest enemy
Cold rain whipping those proud faces
Warriors raising their spirits
Despising death as they rush forward
Blood of the brothers drains to the ground
Sitrring up rage, giving them power
Trampling the enemy with their feet
Without fear they fight
Can you hear the call of the North Star
Feel its longing in your heart
This bond is eternal
Sworn through blood
At the end we will stand as one!
Even if the daylight dies
Our horde marches on and on
If we should fall down to the ground
We'll rise again and never give up!
But for some it's all too much
This honourable battle and bloodshed
They feel like a swarm of craven rats
Leaving their brothers to a certain death
The Last furious men
They didn't fear death or pain
They held up their swords and shields
As winners they stood on the battlefields
Run away you cowards we turn our backs on you
The Shame that now taints your name will only brighten our glory
Those who fight till their last breath and fall with honour
Their names and deeds shall live forever
Never to be forgotten
No axe stayed in your weak hand
No shield protected you from the blows of enemies
Get out of our sight
The war has no need for traitors
Can you hear the call of the North Star
Feel its longing in your heart
This bond is eternal
Sworn through blood
At the end we will stand as one!
Even if the daylight dies
Our horde marches on and on
If we should fall down to the ground
We'll rise again and never give up!
Idioma Destino:
DIE!
Before the grimmest enemy
Cold rain whipping those proud faces
Warriors raising their spirits
Despising death as they rush forward
Blood of the brothers drains to the ground
Sitrring up rage, giving them power
Trampling the enemy with their feet
Without fear they fight
Can you hear the call of the North Star
Feel its longing in your heart
This bond is eternal
Sworn through blood
At the end we will stand as one!
Even if the daylight dies
Our horde marches on and on
If we should fall down to the ground
We'll rise again and never give up!
But for some it's all too much
This honourable battle and bloodshed
They feel like a swarm of craven rats
Leaving their brothers to a certain death
The Last furious men
They didn't fear death or pain
They held up their swords and shields
As winners they stood on the battlefields
Run away you cowards we turn our backs on you
The Shame that now taints your name will only brighten our glory
Those who fight till their last breath and fall with honour
Their names and deeds shall live forever
Never to be forgotten
No axe stayed in your weak hand
No shield protected you from the blows of enemies
Get out of our sight
The war has no need for traitors
Can you hear the call of the North Star
Feel its longing in your heart
This bond is eternal
Sworn through blood
At the end we will stand as one!
Even if the daylight dies
Our horde marches on and on
If we should fall down to the ground
We'll rise again and never give up!