Now born my son I name the after the sound of my hammers beat upon the anvil on this chilly springtime day.
The Hammerchild of my flesh, Of my blood to carry on when I have reached Odens end of my glorious warriors trail.
Learn to read and understand the signs so few can clearly vision. Listen carefully to what the Ravens have to say. Oh, hear the thunders roar greetings from our fathers long time gone. Tell so that no one will ever forget what is in heart goes from father to son.
Oh, watch the lightning strike, Feel the powers of the hammers pounding on. Take it to your heart and understand what must live on from father to son.
Promise me my son to always cherish what is home to you. What is the truth and to defend all of your race.
Never lose the values I have taught you, Always keep your moral and ideals. Do never bring your flag disgrace.
Promise me my son before my corpse is turning pale, to grab my sword hold it to the sky and call out my hail.
Listen for the bronze horns, Watch the lightning strike then, You will know I have reached Odens end of my warriors trail.
Oh, my child please take heed through you I am granted to live on. These words more worth than you will ever know, make them live on from Father to Son.
Words written by Quorthon/Black Mark 1989