Ancestors call. Hear the thunder blast against the gate. Black arrows fly from atop the fortress, walls covered in flame. Pagan sons, may thee be known
As brothers, we ride together. Our horses pummeled by the wind. My deeds shall honor my father. My legend will strengthen my kin. With the Gods beside
Northmen draw neigh, by torches and steel they fight. Blessed by Tyr. Oath of the hammer, void of fear. Odin's ravens guide my way. To one-eyed god,
Heathen rage within my blood feels never-ending. Conquest has spread to the home of the weaklings. All who stood before me died, and they grant me glorious
sail and heads roll. Many have fallen by the strength of my blade. My rage is undying and my birth-right unclaimed. Battles fought, under the mighty Oath. Hammers
In the wake of battle, past mountain and plain. Many lands have come and gone in a storm of blood and rage. Brave warriors clashing with power of the
, the war-cries sound. By triumph of axe and spear, victory bound. By triumph on seas and plain, returneth proud. With tankards in hand we sing, the hordes
of war. To thee, I have sworn to slay all that be. I will slay all that will be. On a voyage to outlands, glory beyond the waves. With hammers high we
We shall live forever in the hall of All-Father. For the blood that we've shed, and the fury and fire. In Valhalla My friends, I am honored to have
