Nidingaslakt-Satyricon Enslaved

Horna gjallar, vinden bles Trommer dundrar, vinded bles Med spjut og boge meter til strid Me gr I bresjen brdre gjennom blod. Med von om re I galskapens namn Me vert aldri slegn sjl om me fell Me reiser ei til Folkvang til, vanedronnings famn, vre fedre skal me mta om me fell I dag. Me flytar ei fr var lagnad sjlv om vinden ikkje bles vr vei. Til valfaders hall brdre. Med heva spjut I Odins namn. Me skal heva krus I Odins namn Nidingar skal falla for vre ftter. Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar. Ingen hugsat ein trll uten herre Slegne vert dei nr dei fell. Me hevar vpen for vr tru Me slaktar marken for vr tru Ingen nde me viser for dei som snudde ryggen til. Dy skal dei som freista mura brunnen inn. ei som for med lgn og svik Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot Me skal sigra, brdre gjennom blod. English translate: Nidingaslakt Horns are resounding, the winds are howling Drums are pounding, the winds are howling With spear and bow we go into battle We are making a stand, brothers in blood With hope for honour in the name of madness We will never be defeated, even if we fall We are not going to Folkvang, Into the arms of the Vanir Queen, We shall our fathers if we fall today We will not flee from our destiny, even though the winds aren't blowing our way Brothers, to Valfaders hall With spear raised in the name of Oden We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden Cowards shall fall at our feet They do not have to pray for sun filled days No one remembers a slave without a master Defeated they are when they fall We raise weapons for our faith We slaughter the fields for our faith We have no mercy for those Who turned their backs Those who attemmp to close the well Shall die Those who lied and betrayed shall die Give us strength, give us courage We will prevail Brothers in blood