...Morning arose that day long time gone, two ravens above him him showed the way
He was guided by Odhinn, led by the one who shelters the fallen every day by day...

...Once blood was shed of countless of men, in the name of the cross and christian pray...
For hundret of years his heart laid in chains
But hate was growing stronger every day by day...

"Ruler of Asgaard, father of Thorr, send me your powers devine...
Grant me your wisdom, strengthen my soul, so revenge of our blood shall be mine...

Allfather Odhinn, I entreat you with awe, to ride with me side by side, so avenged shall all be, who had died in the past, by the power of heathenish pride...

Master of thunder, lightning and rain, soon your hammer and cross shall collide...
Protector of Midgaard's daughters and sons, in your name christian reign I will fight...

When the hammer will crush, and oppressors will fall,
my sword will be raised to thy hail !
Then the fires shall burn in the name of the Gods
as the sign of the heathen prevail !"

Far in the past he saw what has been
his fathers traditions handed down,
but he still kept in the heart the will to prevail
as his hate was growing stronger every day by day.

Deep in his heart a shadow had grown
which covered his mind with shades so grey,
but still every morning encouraged his hope
when he sat by the old oak every day by day...

"Strong is my heart, and strong is my will,
soon I will break our chain...
Then the swords shall be raised
and our flag held up high,
the banner of the heathen domain...

Long I've awaited the day of revenge,
the heathenish reign to return...
Now my swordblade is forged,
and my soul will prepared,
by my hands christian crosses shall burn..."

...Evening fell that day long time gone,
the ravens above still showed the way,
they were guided by Odhinn, led by the one,
who shelters the fallen every day by day...

...Blood to be shed of countless of men,
in the name of revenge and heathenpride...
No more withdraw will be on heathenish ground,
no more mercy will be when Gjallarhorn will sound...

From the darkness, risen our of blackness,
a flame once, burning like red blood
was seen by those who waited for the battle,
to lead them to where blood will soon be shed..."

The oars were shoved into the water,
the wind blew strong and filled the sails
of dragonship
set out for a vikingish foray...

The runes were scratched into the swordblades,
wielded by heathen of the north
tto the glory of
Valfreya, Asynja, Vanadis !!!

As darkness fell and all was silent
the air was filled with smell of death
and fires burned
at a sign of asatruian pride !!!

"...The seashore burned like fire
and blood ran down the sands...
Another day of victory
in unknown foreign lands...
...Guided we are by the Allfathers might..."

...The sun areose beyond the mighty hill,
the inlet, ruled by silence, laid so chill...

...The shadows grew as the sun rode high,
that day for countless people came to die...

"...And high above the one-eyed God sat on his throne
to gaze upon the whole lands of Midgaard,
he, the Allfather,
who already knows the end of every day,
sent his shieldmaiden on winged horses
to lead all those to Walhall who are the chosen ones to die..."

...The dragonships set sail and farewell drew near,
the thunderings of Thor's hammer were to hear...

...The elder ones by whom the runes were thrown,
saw all those things through which their fate was shown...

...A gentle breeze brought the bloody scent
as spears without a number were upwards tend...

...Two black ravens known as Odhinn's eyes
circled high to descend from the skies...

...And Valkyrjur rode at heavens high
to await the death of those who had to die...

...And to lead them well on their final way
towards the hall of bronzen shields that day...

...In ancient times once rode across the land
a man unknown on a horse of untold grand,
adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold
of whom the tales since ages unknown told...

...The man arrived at the shore of sea
and gazed onto the nightly sky,
his ears could hear and his eyes could see
two ravens dark as night passing by...

...In a distance far the thunder sounds
and lightnings reached the frozen grounds,
his breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong
as the day now came, awaited oh so long...

...Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed
when the dawn heralds the twilight of the day...
Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand
for a heathenish foray...

...Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow
over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face
so he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill
like a welcome to all those who trod this place...

...He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck
he forced his way though he didn't saw the path,
but he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill
and the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill...

...His eyes could see the forrest shining bright
and it's trees reflected solens golden light,
the sound of horns then reached his ears
to welcome him and take away his fears...

...From all their lands the kings, they came
with their retinue of countless men,
and the maiden in full armour sat on their horses,
winged, until the right began...

So he rested a while an recovered from his ride,
the horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light,
and the elder ones sang tales about the past,
of their ancestors pride, that will forever last...

...As the darkness fell and gone was solens light
the silernce ruled amongst the men of heathenpride,
who gatheren in a mighty battle-line
and awaited their Gods to give the final sign...

Sol arose that morning like a sunwheel at the sky...
Shallow land two ravens high above gave me the sign...

Walhall the hall of shining shields
where once I'll be to celebrate my death...

Farewell my sword may lead me into ancient realms...

"...now saddled is my horse and grinded my sword,
the wisest of all blacksmith's forged my shield...
Tomorrow I will ride, when morningsun arose,
to meet my fate on shadow field...

...now the time to leave is near,
and all preparations done,
the twilight now heralds my farewell...
A last donation to the ones
who will guide me on my way
and who will await me if I'll die..."

Valkyrjur will take my hand to lead me on my way...
Himinbjörg so soon there Heimdallr will welcome my soul...

Walhall the hall of shining shields
where once I'll be to celebrate my death...