Ginu gahelija hagala wiju bi gaia

Ginu gahelija hagala wiju bi gaia

The shaft of the spear has been marked with the runes

To invoke the raging storm of hail

It is marked with the sign of the Sun and the Moon

And shall grant us the force to prevail

I am Erilaz, War-Chief of Gothic blood

And I chant to cleanse my tribe of fear

For in honor of Wotan, the warrior god

I hurl the chieftan spear

Asugisalaz, Muha haite

Wotan, I bid thee receive the souls

Of my valiant tribesman slain

Where the iron meets bone and where heads doth roll

And the fire-arrows rain

Keep thy watchful eye on the bretheren of mine

And let victory adorn our fate

For my life is thine, my spear is thine

As judgement doth await

I summon death

I summon fire

I summon Tiwaz for his ire

Let the jangle of the scramsax be the only sound I hear

I summon hail

I summon thunder

Until our foe is torn asunder

Ek erilaz, Muha haite

The one who throws the spear

Ginu gahelija hagala wiju bi gaia

I wear no armor upon my chest

Nor do I hide behind the shield

For Wotan watches from the highest crest

Upon this battlefield

I shall slay and burn, and slay again

Until the burning of the Rome

I fear no death, I fear no pain

I am already home

I summon death

I summon fire

I summon Tiwaz for his ire

Let the jangle of the scramsax be the only sound I hear

I summon hail

I summon thunder

Until our foe is torn asunder

Ek erilaz, Muha haite

The one who throws the spear

Wotan

Tiwaz

I summon death

I summon fire

I summon Tiwaz for his ire

Let the jangle of the scramsax be the only sound I hear

I summon hail

I summon thunder

Until our foe is torn asunder

Ek erilaz, Muha haite

The one who throws the spear

Ginu gahelija hagala wiju bi gaia

Asugisalaz, Muha haite