Hildisvin (Vinland Edition) Songtext
von Hulkoff

Sacred boar, holy pig
The swine array calleth
Give us your strength to prevail in this war
Sliðhrugtanni swig
And Enemies falleth
This day belongs to the snout of the boar

My helmet is the pelt of swine
The bristled mane flutters
And shall guard my life from dawn until dusk
The wings of my spear shines
Like whetters and cutters
This day belongs to the sharpest of tusks

By the spear of Odin and the hammer of Thor
I wallow in guts, I root in the gore
We are the war pigs, the hogs of war
We are the swine-cult, we worship the boar


Beasts of men devoid of shields
The boar hunter brotherhood
Storms like a whirlwind towards enemy lines
Into the killing fields
Sons of the Mirkwood
Beholds Freyr beckoning, a victory sign

He who faced the charging boar
Whilst clutching the spearhaft
No longer hath dread of what other men can
The hunt selects the warrior
Distinguished by spearshaft is
Weakling from Viking, and boy from a man

By the spear of Odin and the hammer of Thor
I wallow in guts, I root in the gore
We are the war pigs, the hogs of war
We are the swine-cult, we worship the boar

For Gullinbyrsti, for Ingui Frey
We bellow like stuck pigs by break of day
The hogs of war cometh, woe to the fray
We bring the havoc, we smite and we slay

By the spear of Odin and the hammer of Thor
I wallow in guts, I root in the gore
We are the war pigs, the hogs of war
We are the swine-cult we worship the boar


For Gullinbyrsti, for Ingui Frey
We bellow like stuck pigs by break of day
The hogs of war cometh, woe to the fray
We bring the havoc, we smite and we slay