March to War

Soon shall the sun rise to morning
In glorious northen light
Gods of darkness grant me wisdom
And let the wisdom victor me
March to war!
When the doom is full of sorrow
When the stone is covered with blood
When the winds cry out their wisdom
When the spirits call the dead
When the sun is sunk in slumber
When the moon shines through the light
March to war!
I fear no death, nor the bravest man