At the edge of the battlefield
You woke up alone and wounded
The spirit’s dead, lost is your shield
Sword brothers have been butchered
Limping through forests and rain
Seeking a shelter, thinking of revenge,
Honor is erased, present is the pain
Your life’s a shadow and this you must change
Forget the past, so distant yet so alive
Go wash your wounds of blood so dried
Forge yourself a fire-lit life
Governed by hate to which stay tied
Winters have passed, you gifted the gods
You prayed for blessing and for power
The time is now near, read it in the clouds
Go find your enemies, go kill and devour
The bastards are now lying dead
Bathing in their blood and shame
No one escaped, not one has fled
The Norsemen regained their fame
You are badly wounded once more
Yet you feel strong as a rock
Go to
Prepare your men for Ragnarok
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