Dire Valkyries, tread closely;
we're staring down the ravenous throats of giants,
in vigour weakening strife,
and though these sights and sounds fade,
let spirits be well culled for battle yet to come.
We'll rise 'gain, valiantly;
our essence given form in return
to war waged plains of terra.
Impart your crow, sage soot-red Hel-bird.

Hereafter we'll
depart as men
fate-relieved of death.

Foreseen days
bring loss at celestial scale
to ravage all our known
- be sure.
Thrice long season
of grim frost, fall upon us.
Turning vile and hostile man,

aching for warmth and light's rebirth,
for brother and brother,
great wolves, hunger lunar and solar;
cravings which elevate concerns of earthly plight,
veiled in everlasting night.
All we, in gallantry.

Awaken, on and on,
bein' primed;
maimed in pride.

For descendants
and thrill of fight;
Odin, and life.

For all the terror, affliction and doubt
looming so ominous,
guiding our route.
On through gargantuan adversaries
and treacherous land.
On through pain and suffering,
heeding command
of mythic soul
who sight unseen falls viciously
to terrible jaws of howling fiend.
To what end do efforts lead
when all is said and done,
and all forms bleed?
For playing our part
in destiny's telling,
we'll abide, and we
will rise 'gain, valiantly;
our essence given form in return
to war waged plains of terra.
Impart your crow, sage soot-red Hel-bird.