Odin, Allfather, lord of our Race
Before thee we gather, our foes to face
Thy knowledge and wisdom, we turn to in need
The wyrd of thy kingdom; the strength of thy creed.

Hail Odin! Allfather!
Hail Odin! Allfather!

The Forces of Darkness lie far over this land
They seek to destroy us, to grind us to sand
Outlandsih customs, an alien dream
One world madness, a constant theme

Hail Odin! Allfather!
Hail Odin! Allfather!

Our folklore and rituals, derided and scorned
Yet the wheel is turning, a new age has dawned
The shackles of ages are rusting away
The alien’s creed, falls fast to decay

Hail Odin! Allfather!
Hail Odin! Allfather!

Give us anew, thy strength and thy will
To succour our kinfolk, refurbish our skill
Proud and definat, we call forth thy name
Allfather Odin, the truth we proclaim.

Hail Odin! Allfather!
Hail Odin! Allfather!
Hail Odin! Allfather!