He hung on the windswept world tree
   Whose roots no one knows
   For nine whole days he hung there pierced
   By Gugnir, his spear
  
   Swimming in pain he peered into the depths
   And cried out in agony
   Reaching out he grasped the runes
   Before falling back from the abyss
  
   He gave himself unto himself
   In a world of sheering pain
   Go that we all may live our lives
   By the wisdom that he gained
  
   You doubted him, and spread their lies
   Across the world, with sword in hand
   You raped our souls, and stole our right
   All for the words of mild-mannered man
  
   You listened to mild-mannered god
   And put your faith in deceitful words
   Your powertrip was paid by blood
   In kidness' name you spilled our blood
  
   I refuse to submit
   To the god you say is kind
   I know what's right, and it is time
   It's time to fight, and free our minds
  
   Let me die without fear!
   As I have lived without it
   So shut your mouth and spare my ears
   I'm fed up with all your bullshit
  
   After a thousand years of opression
   Let the berserks rise again
   Let the world hear these words once more:
   "Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norseman"
  
   Our spritis were forged in snow and ice
   To bend like steel forged over fire
   We were not made to bend like reed
   Or turn the other cheek
  
   He grasped the runes, they're ours to use