Windswept landscape, desolated mountain plateaus
The Deepest woods and darkest scrubs
Flords and mountains are our landmarks
In a life beneeath the Hammer

A long and narrow kingdom
Ruled by trinity
From stormy mountain tops covered with snow
We behold the kingdom of the Hammer

We ride along the paths of Midgard
Fog from the soil rises at our feets
To the west the shore can be seen,
Where the first sat foot ashore
Where they raised sail towards north

A dark, chilling winters night
Unsilently awoken by song and dance
From above rains the golden arrows of Thor
Moonbeams enlighten the ring

Nine torches for those nine in the circle
Surrounded by nine shadows for nine souls
In the middle, an altar of fire, soil, water and wind
Look, and behold yourself

The call of the Gjallarhorn
Return to the ring of our forefathers gods
The flames of Midgard's fires and ancient mystisism still are

Sg-rdsreien rides with terror above the village
Mjolner is swung, thunder and lightening!
The landmarks of the Vikings
Wolves and ravens guards the throne

Heimdall is the name of an Old Norse God;
He is called the Old White Norse God;
He is great and holy;
His teeth are made of gold;
His horse is named Goldtop.
He lives where it's called the mountain in the sky besides
Bifrost.
He needs less sleep than a bird;
He sees night as clear as day
One thousand miles away from where he is;
He also hear the grass grow from the soil,
Or the wool on the sheep and everything that can be heard.
He possess the horn that is called the Gjallarhorn,
And they can hear him blowing the horn in all the homes.

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