Nerthus Before The Last Battle
Riding with the storms through the frozen sky.
Hidden by the darkness of a moonless night.
Clothed in tempered steel - adorned by dexterous smiths.
Armed with deadly weapons - crowned with victory.
Learned to fight and conquer with iron hand.
Knowing neither fear nor act of grace.
Scent the final battle in the clouds of mist,
that will bring the end to all the scum of the earth.
(War-cry)
