Vārdi: Lemuria. Thor's Hammer.

The forests echo with prayers in the night.
The sound of grinding is heard.
We breathe the silence before the storm,
Awaiting the final word,
We are ready for war...

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori,
We're fighting for our people who are yearning to be free.
The great halls of Valhalla, free me from this earthly maze,
No escape from Odin's everlasting gaze.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

The sun opens my drowsy eyes, the wind breathes in my face.
I'd rather lie here in the grass, in this peaceful place.
Battle orders from above, come from the powers that be.
I'll fight till death and show these dogs we Vikings never flee.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

Death and destruction, we'll reap the whirling wind.
I'll close my eyes and think not of this war we're fighting in.

Behold our godly might.
We'll bring Thor's Hammer down.
United we stride and make a stand.
Before we rest down in the ground.

Behold their mind's dark endless.
Mankind has ceased to be.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

Invaders, usurpers,
Leave now from this land!

Take heed, boy, your feeble words cannot relinquish you from death
War's the only tongue you understand, so that is what shall be...