Huntsmen, ye of faith and pride
Upon this day we shall ride
Over fields and mountainsides

Let the hunting falcon soar
Tread where none have gone before
Where owl’s howl and bears doth roar
To chase the ox and boar

By the glittering morning dew
May thy aim be true

Today we hunt
Today we kill
Today we feast
On the flesh
Of the beast

Blood for Odin in the glen
Soon we all shall hunt again
Different game awaits us then
We shall hunt for heads of men

Traitor necks, and traitor lives
Their blood upon our knives
Today we hunt
Today we kill
Today we feast
On the flesh
Of the beast

If tomorrow brings us death
Today we still draw breath

Today we hunt
Today we kill
Today we feast
On the flesh
Of the beast

Today we hunt
Today we kill
Today we feast
On the flesh
Of the beast