With swords held high  
We march into battlefield  
With the gods on our side  
Our steel shall break through their shields  
 
And then when they die, we will feed  
On their eyes and the souls that we need  
To become the strongest there is  
We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed  
 
Like a beast, he is lurking  
Hungry for flesh  
Once he was human  
But now he is death  
We have to feed  
the belly of sin  
To conquer the wold  
With the strenght to win  
 
In a band of blood  
We will fight for eternity  
In the hall of the gods  
We will live in prosperity  
 
And then when our foes have been killed  
We will feed until hunger is filled  
To become the strongest there is  
We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed  
 
Torn by my sword, the enemy is weak  
He lies by my feet, like a creep  
I feed on his eyes, and I feed on his heart  
And all that is he, becomes me  
 
In the grace of my gods  
I will drink of their blood  
And become all that they were  
 
I will feel what they felt  
I will see what they saw  
When I eat of the souls that is mine