The Heathenish Foray

...In ancient times once rode across the land

a man unknown on a horse of untold grand,

adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold

of whom the tales since ages unknown told...

...The man arrived at the shore of sea

and gazed onto the nightly sky,

his ears could hear and his eyes could see

two ravens dark as night passing by...

...In a distance far the thunder sounds

and lightnings reached the frozen grounds,

his breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong

as the day now came, awaited oh so long...

...Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed

when the dawn heralds the twilight of the day...

Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand

for a heathenish foray...

...Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow

over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face

so he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill

like a welcome to all those who trod this place...

...He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck

he forced his way though he didn't saw the path,

but he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill

and the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill...

...His eyes could see the forrest shining bright

and it's trees reflected solens golden light,

the sound of horns then reached his ears

to welcome him and take away his fears...

...From all their lands the kings, they came

with their retinue of countless men,

and the maiden in full armour sat on their horses,

winged, until the right began...

So he rested a while an recovered from his ride,

the horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light,

and the elder ones sang tales about the past,

of their ancestors pride, that will forever last...

...As the darkness fell and gone was solens light

the silernce ruled amongst the men of heathenpride,

who gatheren in a mighty battle-line

and awaited their Gods to give the final sign...