Original lyrics
ENCrafted by the sons of Ivald,
Once guarded in a temple,
Reflecting the morning sun,
Now a tool in the hands of the Norns.
Whoever wields it rules the world!
Given to him by a stranger
Vitellius owned the sword
Hailing him as emperor
Eventually meaning his downfall
Whoever wields it will meet his end!
"Flung by fate,
Into the hands of a German soldier
He cut off Vitellius' head
With the sacred sword"
Wherever he and his sword were found
Victory on the battlefield was assured
Time passed by
The Scourge of God held the blade
Assuring victory upon victory
Until Ildico helped fate
Whoever wields it rules the world!
