From the North comes a formidable force,
Youths not yet bearing the war-wolf's mark,
Yet under the eye of the dragon-lord stark,
They sail forth, wielding Mjölnir's course.
In distant Chilpancingo, carnage holds sway,
By Hela's hand, a chieftain has fallen,
Gangulf's children, their voices thunder, callin’,
A bloody feud, the ravens' feast day.
Odin whispering in the Eagle's ear,
A hammer blow dealt 'gainst the Persian lands,
Through Skies aflame guided by Tyr's hands,
In this iron dance, the gods sneer.
