Seems to me a great vast black ocean

Yet it ignores the wind

Once you can see it than describe it to your lord.



A huge mass of shining polearms

The sound of battle horns, prepares the storm

Death is coming dresssed as a pagan horde.



Above this walls i admire my end,

This viking horde is beauty and death.

My lord forgive me for all my sins,

Please let me sing of our future heathen reign...



Woden's Reign.