Once more into the breach.
It will be our last battle together.
As we Scream our last Battle cries to
Odin, and the rest of the Gods, to let them know we're on our way.
As we rush on ward toward our enemies
As our hearts pound,
pumping the blood of our ancestors
through our veins the product of a 1,000 Generations of Warriors, lovers, blacksmiths, Craftsman, and farmers to bring us to this point in time.
When we may face the
soulless hordes one last time,
As we run through the open land,
As...