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“Sound the horn!

Louder than the storm!

Let them know we are coming!

Let them know fear!”

From the storm, the ships slowly formed

The northmen come forth

Leaping from their boats with their axes drawn

They march with grim determination

“My warriors, heed my words…

For tonight, we march to war!”

And so they march ahead

With their axes drawn

Proud hearts, the brothers

Leading the front

“Brother! With me to the shield wall!

Together, we’ll drive the bastards back!”

The steel meets steel

The blades are drawn to kill

The victory goes to those

With strong body, mind and will

Drawing back the blade, the hand still hesitates

Not here, not yet, not with all the eyes present

Side by side, the brothers, one blind

Uncrowned, blood high, his chance so far denied

From the seas came forth

The sons of north

Aboard their ships

As the portents foretold

No remorse nor pity

Left for the foe

Soon the brothers would stand

All alone

From afar, forlorn

The raven soared

And quoth its song

Like an omen of war

Nevermore he would sever

The chains of scorn

For the blood he most sought

Was his own

In victory

The voices recede

But the blades remain

Unsheathed

The sounds of battle fade

As the last foe falls

The blades turn towards

The brothers in arms

From the seas came forth

The sons of north

Aboard their ships

As the portents foretold

No remorse nor pity

Left for the foe

Soon the brothers would stand

All alone

From afar, forlorn

The raven soared

And quoth its song

Like an omen of war

Nevermore he would sever

The chains of scorn

For the blood he most sought

Was his own