The sword that you grasp will never strike
But it will hiss above the target to sink in your bones
The lance that you brandish don't find the enemies
But it will reduce in splinters as soon as it will be cast:
This is the wyrd that the daughters of wotan have chosen
This is the fate you will know!

With the limbs stopped by the battle
Devoid of strength by an hostile
And weakened in spite you will you must attend
The spirit that will be craftsman of your bad luck.
I'm ygg and my face means terror
I'm misfortune carrier uncite to the struggle
I'm father of the war that puts to fight your armies
I'm ygg the father of victory!

The sword that you grasp will never strike
But it will hiss above the target to sink in your bones
The lance that you brandish don't find the enemies
But it will reduce in splinters as soon as it will be cast:
This is the wyrd that the daughters of wotan have chosen
This is, the fate, you will know!

I'm ygg and my face means terror
I'm misfortune carrier uncite to the struggle
I'm father of the war that puts to fight your armies
I'm ygg... the father of victory!