Coming in swarms Out of the sky Forming an iron cross Then they divide Only the smells of d**h will follow them Galleys that fly Out of the north Painting the sky-ways red Plundering forth Only the swiftest will challenge them Carrying chains Iron and swords Poisonous arrows fly Into the hordes Only the stoutest stock of northern men Battling trees Wrestling rocks Summoning Voden's strength Enemies drop Only the trials of flesh will challenge them Voden's call One and all Thor's winds blow North we go Coming in swarms Out of the sky Forming an iron cross Then they divide Only the smells of d**h will follow them Galleys that fly Into the sun Carrying rogues and slaves Enemies fallen Only the trails of blood remember them Voden's call One and all Thor's winds blow North we go