Urd, Werdandi, Skuld foretold
A battle, blooded and mighty
For the strongest should survive
In the clashing of halberds
Victory should depend on forged metal
On swords, hammers and axes
Battleships proudly set sails
And clash on the open see
Bloodlust should strengthen men's rage
Weakness will be their fate
Warriors swear oaths to their gods
Longing for protection and will
Listen to the Norns, they know
For they see what noone ever saw
The allwise ravens circle over battlefields
To tell their oneeyed master
That plains are drowned in blood
That the rivers are dried up
Forests inhale the fading souls
Of brave warriors, fallen in battle
Territories lost and regained
The scepter rules over the hordes
And when a northern fullmoon arises
The Norns' dark whispers sound:

" Strong Thou And Thy Men Shalt Be,
To Shelter What's Been Thy For Centuries.
And Each Drop Of Blood Thou Spillest,
Shalt Stand For Each Dominion Thou Defendest ! "

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