(Living Beneath The Hammer)



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