＂...from  the  darkness,  risen  our  of  blackness,

A  flame  once,  burning  like  red  blood

Was  seen  by  those  who  waited  for  the  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  dragonships  set  out  for  a  vikingish  foray...

The  runes  were  scratched  into  the  swordblades,

Wielded  by  heathen  of  the  north

To  the  glory  of  Valfreya,  Asynja,  Vanadis!!!

As  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  victory  in  unknown  foreign  lands...

...Guided  we  are  by  Allfather＇s  might...＂