Bring down thunder to the land,
Wrap the lightning in my hand,
Muster , angry , eager madmen at my back;
Have us revel in the din
As the foemen rushes in;
Joyous slaughter , laughing havoc , glad attack.

Help me sever limb and life;
Feed my swordarm , send me strife;
That I pay in full my death-demanding debt.
And when friend and foe lie slain,
And I've worked my brother's bane,
Though I don't deserve it, GODS ! Let me forget !