when the grimson red skies

baths the horizon in a poisonous kiss

I kiss my hammer

I kiss my sword

my eyes glear of infernal joy



in my dreams I saw them

they made me swear the oath

at the seventh of the seven mountains

the twenty first of december



the skies bath the horizon in fire

I hold my sword before me and I

kneel before the blood on the stone greet me!!!



this moment was chosen at the birth of the gods

a true son of aasgard I am

my sign is the color of the night

and the blood that ran on my fathers graves!!!



the oath is sworn the blood is given

now I await you to pass me your forces