Slaughter-drake, Beserkers, become your fury !
Your wrath burn in the bodies of men.
Sons of the Dragör Ankharin break free from your flesh.
Dragör will roar in the storm of Sacheland.
Warriors will fall as the Dragör claw strikes.
We will slay!
'Til we return to human shape.
Fearless, we shall burn our enemies to ashes.
Together we will rage in the battlefields of corpses!
The Father of Wildness comannds us- Transform your skin, brothers.
Slaughter-drake, Beserkers, become your fury !
To Helhöf!