Heathen rage within my blood feels never-ending.
Conquest has spread to
As brothers, we ride together.
Our horses pummeled by the wind.
My
Ancestors call. Hear the thunder blast against the gate.
Black arrows
Northmen draw neigh, by torches and steel they fight.
Blessed by
Never safe from a tormented heart.
Battered by the crushing waves.
To
In the wake of battle, past mountain and plain.
Many lands
I have stood upon countless bloody fields,
with the might of
To the fields where the blood of men flows.
Lightning strikes
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