Enthroned Skjeldenland
Thundering through the endless woods let by the sound of the Bjallarhorn, they resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland. Clinching with their swords they attack after hearing the Heimdall's sign to charge, the sign to ride over Skjeldenland. Ending with the roman dominion, they hail the restoration of the pagandom, burning down the churches with their pagan fire they do it with ancestral northern hate, piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ, They steal the golden call in offering to Odin. Hailing under the blackened skies of Norway the raven's claw signed the northern hordes to charge, to ride all over the Skjeldenland Claiming their Viking victories in Flanders as rival they have the Vlanderesns striders who are daring to keep the Flemish empire. A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard's fire reflecting and resounding with Thor's strikes all over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland. Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter nights Northwinds are howling like hungry wolves they victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter. They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire, Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land. Rising high their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland. Hail Skjeldenland!!!
