Sons of the north, rise from your graves
The living have forgotten the ways of the old
Bifrost has crumbled, Ragnarrok is here
Hear Gjallar sound, calling you to war
Bergen skälver och rister där de stå
Trädens grönska vissnar och dör
Stjärnorna slocknar över himmelen
Eld skall slungas över världen
We know no fear, by the sword we die
Our faith is written by the ancient norns
Marching into war, Odin leads the charge
Brothers of the north, awake from your slumber
Stand and be counted on this final day
Remember your roots, the spirits calls our names
Hear Gjallar sound, uniting us in war
"On this day of sorrow men and gods will die alike"