Til hevn for frender
Over blanke egger str'mmet det blod
F'r kj'ttet ble fortaert av haermenn i blodige brynjer
Jeg taler om drapet i dunkle ord
I blodig stavn seilte langskip ut
I de iskalde b'lgedrag
R'dskjaeret varslet ufred
Vaapnene d'mte i fiendtlig m'te
Tida for hevn var kommet
Hett brant hatet i aapen kamp
Til glede for 'rn og ravn
Livl'st ligger frender
Banesaar ble gitt til foten som satt paa fiendens hals
Hevn... som varg i skog plaget av sult
Hevn... h'yt mot himmelen hornene skinner
De naableike livl'se hender
Var iskalde
Overstenket av valdogg
I nattem'rkret blir makten st'rre
[English translation:]


Dew Of The Slain
For the revenge of the kinsmen
Over shiny edges streamed blood
Before the flesh was eaten by warriors in bloody armours
I tell about the manslaughter with dark words
In bloody prow sailed out the warship
In the ice-cold wave-puff
The red sheer forebode war
Weapons ruled in the hostile encounter
Time for revenge had come
Hot burned hate in the open battle
For the joy of eagle and raven
Lifeless lie the kinsmen
Mortal wound was given to the foot that set upon the enemy's neck
Revenge... like the wolf in the forest tormented by hunger
Revenge... high towards the sky the horns shine
The corpse-pale lifeless hands
Were ice-cold
Sprinkled about by the dew of the slain
In darkness of the night the power grows stronger