Resound the Horn: Odin's Hail - Doomsword

A black host descends

Omen of the end

Fury and pride at Odin’s command

Just the mountains can dare to stand

Hordes of the gods

Almighty force

Foreign invader surely won’t prevail

The army that cried loud Odin’s hail

It doesn’t matter how much

I shall suffer to live

To condign my poor soul

In your mighty hands

I long for that moment my life

I shall give and if I die in this battle…

Let hammer commence !

Black mist now protect us

From unfaithful eyes

The attack to the cross

And its god will surely succeed

Steel at my side, banners up high

Ancient words from the Gods

I pronounce the Viking war-cry:

Odin’s hail, it doesn’t matter how

Much I shall suffer to live

To condign my poor soul

In your mighty hands

I long for the moment my life

I shall give and if i die in this battle…

Let Battle commence!

«This is the dan for which I was born

I blow my last breath into the horn

To the halls of Valhalla

I know finally

My last words are

Odin’s hail!»