Sanoja: Falkenbach. ...where Blood Will Soon Be Shed.

[Incomprehensible] risen our of blackness
A flame once burning like red blood
Was seen by those who waited for the battle
Battle to lead them to where blood will soon be shed

The oars were shoved into the water
The wind blew strong and filled the sails
Of dragon ships set out for a vikingish foray

Runes were scratched into the sword blades
Wielded by the heathen of the North
To the glory of Valfreya, Asynja, Vanadis

The darkness fell and all was silent
The air was filled with smell of death
And fires burned as a sign of asatruian pride

The seashore burned like fire
And blood ran down the sands
Another day of victories in unknown foreign lands
Guided we are by Allfather's might