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Seems to me a great vast black ocean

Yet it ignores the wind

Once you can see it than describe it to your lord.

A huge mass of shining polearms

The sound of battle horns, prepares the storm

Death is coming dressed as a pagan horde.

Above these walls I admire my end,

This viking horde is beauty and death.

My lord forgive me for all my sins,

Please let me sing of our future heathen reign...

Woden's Reign.