Heathen Throne

This hate inside me

It is constantly growing

Years of hollow lies

Made pagan hatred rise

They came with their troops

Destroying land and roots

Abominations under the sun

They and their poisoned truth

One by one my people fell

Under their deceptive spell

How many sons of the North had to fall?

Before our eyes could see, this isn't how it should be!

Under the Northern star

We shed our blood

With the call of a battle horn

We raise our swords

Behind the fields of blood

There's a haven for us

Deep in the woods of the North

Rises the Heathen Throne

Under the Northern star

We shed our blood

With the call of a battle horn

We raise our swords

Under the Northern star

We shed our blood

With the call of a battle horn

We raise our swords

Behind the fields of blood

There's a haven for us

Deep in the woods of the North

Rises the Heathen Throne

Upholder of the skies

For too long has your name been despised

Give us your strength and courage

When we meet our nemesis

On the shores that used to be

The place we called home

Our land and faith are raped

Somehow, they're going to pay

Grant us your revenge

We are not afraid of death

Let none of them evermore

Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky

Upon the sky!

Under the Northern star

We shed our blood

With the call of a battle horn

We raise our swords

Behind the fields of blood

There's a haven for us

Deep in the woods of the North

Rises the Heathen Throne