The cold wind from the North sent chills down their spines,

The thunder of Thor was so powerful their shields dropped.

The galloping of Sleipnir shook the ground,

We attacked.

They ran into our shield wall,

without mercy,

I drove my spear into the enemy's face,

The wall opens.

Norsemen charged forward with no fear of death,

With rage burning so hot like surts fire,

Our axe's was their fate.