Defying the Foeman's Blast ,
Longer than life we'll last .
Within our very Blood ,
Withstanding fire and flood .
Fairskinned Folk give wholsome praise ,
Hammer and Sunwheel proudly raised .
Honoring Kith and Kin and Clan ,
Guarding this , our chosen land .
Let every enemy beware ,
When Kinfolk call , we will be there .
In tribal pride and passions deep ,
Eternal honor we shall keep .
Our sacred tongue we shall retain ,
And guard our young from foe profane
High Gods we praise with every breath ,
Remaining true to Kin til death .
Giving no love to alien creed ,
Harken to Brother's every need .
Turn we not the other cheek ,
North Folk strong and never meek .
Nor honor trade for outland gold ,
Forgetting not our Folk of old .
Let none among us crave or cower ,
Let evil doers feel our power .
We pray that North Folk n'er shall kneel ,
Or lie beneth an alien heel .
A mighty people are to be ,
Both strong and bold - Both brave and free .
From the Northlands we have sprung ,
Our banners against the sky are hung .
By the powers of our Gods we stand ,
To guard our blood , our kind , our land .
Let the shinning sun always find our Folk , as it looks over the affairs of Midgard .
Let our people be plentiful in the world , that all humankind may know of our greatness .
Let the tongue of our Folk always be heard in the land , that the Gods may rejoice in us .
Let us not be an Autumn without a spring . Rather a people ever born and ever new , with mighty deeds on the loom of fate .
To this we pledge our hearts and wits , that we may live in the Gods and they in us .
By our ancestors and our descendents yet unborn , so be it done .
