All our enemies die

Once we were warriors  
Once we were proud,  
and raised our voices loud.
Today we have become weak
We are counted among the meek.
Mjolnir is buried and Thor sleeps
Who did our Viking spirit keep?  
The immortal legacy of our kind,
in Odin's halls will you it find.  

Godlike beyond flesh and bone,
watching over us from his throne.
There sits the father of the gods
Biding his time until his warriors  
will bathe the world in blood.  
Then arise we will, erase our shame!  
Make proud again the Viking name.
Naglfar sails, Nidhögg will fly
And all of our enemies, they die