Blood is life, from an ancient spring it still runs pure
Blood is ages past, where gods of old gave us pride
Blood is fire, burning us with liquid red
Blood is death, taking us to our golden halls
Strength is ours for the strong have the right to rule
Without fear we rule for the weak and scared will always fall
We are the chosen
We come with the tide
Pray to your false gods
For we will not heed
Our blood holds the rage of the northmen
Two centuries of fear from the seas
Behold the dragons of the north
Behold the dragons of the north
Gods watch us but interferes not us mortal men
Faith not needeed for the strength of your deeds will be judged
Blood is fire, burning us with liquid red
Blood is death, taking us to our golden halls