As brothers, we ride together.
Our horses pummeled by the wind.
My deeds shall honor my father.
My legend will strengthen my kin.

With the Gods beside us. In victory, our destiny is met.
A tale of glory unfolding. A journey to never forget.

On a frozen warpath, in the name of winter's wrath.

Strike together! Our fates are woven!
Strike together! Our fates are woven by ancient decree!

Grim Nordic warriors, many lives they claim.
For the pagan order, with shield and axe they reign.

Strike together! With deadly iron!
Strike together! With deadly iron, we claim victory!

Across icy landscapes, as brothers we ride.
On the path of warfare, no fear to cloud our sight.

On a frozen warpath, in the name of winter's wrath.

Amongst the mist, amongst the shore.
Whirlwind gales howl thunderously.
The wind has no destination.
The golden hall calls out to me.

Pageant of the eternal ones

Sun is rising up on the sky
rays of light are rushing to the earth.
So... smell the wind, follow eagles and fly
so... feel the spring from south to north !

Where the grass grows overhead
please let me rest of bloody world!
Let me forget souls who are dead
far into the lake I am throwing my sword!

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
Oaken wood... where gods sit from times... immemorial!
Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
Oaken wood... it bled of their wide sharpen axes

Sound of the laugh rings in the air
clash of cups brings taste of the mead.
Thundering spree of the eternal ones
blowing the fear from their sons.

Vesna calls wind, incoming and clear
Veles drives the cattle of best drove.
Morana shines of blackest fear
mighty father Perun sees all with joy!

To live same as their loyal and mortal believers
this has forever been superb pride of our gods!
To fight with ones who dwell in the sewers…
Gods bring the law to the world through acts and words!

Sun is rising up on the sky
Rays of light are rushing to the earth.
So… smell the wind, follow eagles and fly
so... feel the spring from south to north !

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
In the Woods... where gods sit from times... immemorial!
Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
Oaken wood... it bled of their wide sharpen axes

So... hold up your pints of mead and drink it to the health of all the world
wish peacefull rest to the brave ones who died before decades!
So... think about your dreams and let your wings to warm in cold
let them unfold wide… over your inner lands!

Dark grey cloud...
Got near the place...
Dream away the dream...
Invisible grace...

According to custom, all free Norse men were required to own weapons, as well as permitted to carry them at all times. These arms were also indicative of a Viking's social status: a wealthy Viking would have a complete ensemble of a helmet, shield, chainmail shirt, and sword. A typical bóndi (freeman) was more likely to fight with a spear and shield, and most also carried a seax as a utility knife and side-arm. Bows were used in the opening stages of land battles, and at sea, but tended to be considered less "honorable" than a hand weapon. Vikings were relatively unique for the time in their use of axes as a main battle weapon. The Húscarls, the elite guard of King Cnut (and later King Harold II) were armed with two-handed axes which could split shields or metal helmets with ease.