Berserker کے بول

Look at crosses - they are not yours Your axe will take away from enemies their paradise Herd of white sheep are on a throat in blood Of wolves they will die - on fight arise We stand in darkness, and we do not have tears We worship Thor, instead of yours christ And the fire burn - ice will not melt Those who believed in paradise, immediately will die And the people stand, blindly looking upward On knees, christian slave! And altar is burning - on a cross is Jesus It's for you an idol, for me he is a coward Again blood and fire, berserker arise! Again Odin in soul, and appeals Thor Your axe is brought on poor paradise Again wolves carrx for sheeps terror