MP3 
Our pagan ways will not die
From our fist the north unites
Cross and God we defy
They shall fear our battle cry
Gather, warriors, the raven calls
White Christ's followers will kneel or fall
Ready your sword, your axe and spear
Let God's lambs bleed out in fear
Just like rats they swarm our lands
Cross at their neck and book in hand
Foolish idols, feeble minds
To no honor they fight and die
We call thee, Odin (Odin)
We call thee, Tyr (Tyr)
We call thee, Freya (Freya)
Gods of war
From the soil of the north we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their god's weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand
Crows gather to pick the bones
Fallen brothers and butchered foes
Tonight we drink from skulls of foes
Upon a pile of christian bones
We call thee, Odin (Odin)
We call thee, Tyr (Tyr)
We call thee, Freya (Freya)
Gods of war
From the soil of the north we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their god's weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand
Odin, Tyr, Freya
Gods of war
Odin, Tyr, Freya
Gods of war
From the soil of the north we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their god's weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand
