My head hurts like hell. Can't open my eyes. My clothes are all wet. And I'm freezing right through. Don't know where I am. Or how to get home. . My arms feel so numb.
The enemy has come for you. Hear the pounding thunder hooves. There's no time to run or hide. Draw the weapon from your side. . When they ride out from morning mist.
Miklagaard has been our home. For twenty years or more. We've lent our axes, spears and swords. In service of the emperor. . We are loyal warriors. That's the oath we gave.
There comes Fenris' twin. His jaws are open wide. The serpent rises from the waves. . Jormundgandr twists and turns. Mighty in his wrath. The eyes are full of primal hate.
See him rise, from land of flames. Our destruction is at hand.. It is time to make stand. Now I face, and awesome foe. I will always stand my ground. To this end my fate is bound.
There comes Lopt, the treacherous. Lusting for revenge. He leads the legions of the dead. Towards the Aesir's realm. . They march in full battle dress.
'I'm out of breath. And all my muscles ache. It feels like spikes. With every step I take. . My heart beats. It's about to burst. This day my luck. Turned to the worse.
From birth we're taught how to survive. We're taught how war is waged. And there are no men now alive. Who stops our wild rampage. . Light at heart we bide our bane.
The pack of wolves. Are closing in. Now, hear the howling beasts. They move fast. Through the winter woods. And soon it's time to feast. . A vicious hunt.
The blade I swing is black as night. Black as my soulless heart. It bears the burden of many lives. But I don't feel remorse. . I lent my sword to anyone.
Standing firm against all odds. Guarding the most sacred home. We protect the realm of gods. Our destiny is carved in stone. . Three evil giants. Of the south.
See them gathered on the plains now. See an army strong and vast. As long as one of us remains here. None of them will ever pass. . Here they come so raise the shields high.
Time!. Has come to wash our shame away. To erase the image of defeat. We!. Have licked our wounds, restored our strength. And our vengeance will be oh so sweet.
I stroke the blade with my hand,. The sharp edge cuts the skin.. Blood drips to the rain-wet sand;. My journey can begin.. . Once a slave, but now I'm free.
Conceived was I. From Chaos and hate. Of malice, deceit and blood. And how would they know. My fate is to rise. Against the Asagods. My being is full, full of a rage.