Black storm sweeps the heavens
awakened to the sound of Seven
Hooves thundering in the gale
From the hall of bronzen shields
legions in the Valiant Hall reside
marching side by side returning
onward toward the Vigrid field
There,
in the land of frost
where the breath
of night is heaviest
lift the spear and sword
don the Shield of Awe
under the mighty Ravenbanner
the sons of lands once dreamt
on longships sail out
under Njordvind to kiss
the brine and seas
with seasons blot
and honey wine, remember
black storms of Fimbulwinter
