Windswept landscape, desolated mountain plateaus The Deepest woods and darkest scrubs Flords and mountains are our landmarks in a life beneeath the Hammer
A long and narrow kingdom Ruled by trinity From stormy mountain tops covered with snow We behold the kingdom of the Hammer
We ride along the paths of Midgard Fog from the soil rises at our feets To the west the shore can be seen, where the first sat foot ashore Where they raised sail towards north
