Hver en t?re er frosset,
V?r sjel er lenket,
V?rt hat er blodig.

All glede er svunnet,
All latter er forsvunnet,
Alt liv skal ende i d?d.

I et kalt og ?de landskap,
Skal den sorte horde tre frem,
V?r herre skal stige
Opp for all tid, reise sitt rike igjen.

V?r kamp skal bel?nnes,
V?re nav skal prises,
V?re sinn skal dra den grene,
Og hans kj?rlighet skal evig g? tapt.
All moral skal forkastes,
Du vil men du d?r av skam.

N? er tiden kommet,
Ja knus de godes ord,
La oss for alltid bli herskere p? denne jord.

[English translation:]

[For All Time]

Every tear is frozen
Our soul is linked
Our hate is bloody
All happiness is gone away
All laughter is gone away
All life shall end in death
In a cold and deserted landscape
Shall the black horde step from
Our lord shall rise
Up for all time, rise his kingdom again
Our struggle shall be rewarded
Our names shall be written
Our minds shall pull the bough
All morality shall be cast away
You want but you die of shame
Now is the time come
Yes break the word of the good
Let us for all time become rulers on this earth