A hundred strong they gathered now
Nordic warriors waiting for the order
As snow fell deep they cowered
From its chilling icy fingers

The order came and brave men stood
Raised their swords to the god
Of prosperous luck and bravery
As the snow danced upon their souls

They prayed in nordic tongues this night
Then strode into the storm of hell
Each man a single entity
Ready to **** for pride and creed

Frosty breath eyes that narrow
Onwards they march each with hope
That by the dawn the land will be
Home to the brave
And a new beginning