Incognitus is one.
Your sire is kneeling, child,
Now you must go back.
In the mist of night,
And the shores of night,
The moon's alight, fly!
Norska lead the way,
With great scars inside.
They still lead, to protect their sacred lands.
They saw the great god Tyr and evil beings,
They knew they should not leave.
They'll send them back to Hel.
It's freedom from here. Raid!
