Listen, my brethren,
and hear the valkyrie's cry.
The day of blood comes.
So pick up your swords,
steel your resolve, bid farewell.
Farewell to this peace.
Let your curses fly
to heaven, where God hears them.
And may they numb him!
Curse the black demon!
Curses to his vile, winged kind!
Curse their wicked blood!
I spoke to my friend,
a good man, who knew his way,
fighting for our cause.
But as we were running,
the demon's lance got him good.
A fate, way to harsh.
We shall get revenge,
for all of our comrades deaths;
bring back peace with it.
On blood-ridden fields
shall we get our chance to win!
For our victory!