Haldar
Fledgling Freddie
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Midgard Battle Hymn
You can't forge a nation with whiskey or ale
Or music of ancient gods
Arising of nation is whirring of plane
A racket of axe falling oaks.
An oaken plank and a bench and a boat
Are bed for a Norseman of olds,
Nor Scott and nor Erin shall take a sea road
To Vikings a North Sea belongs!
Runes cast, tales are told during nights that are freezing
Great Yggdrasil does firmly stand
What, Scott has arisen? And Erin uneasy? --
Stay put, Heimdall watches over them.
Black colour of armours, black canvas of Navy
Each year realm steadily grows
Nor Scott and nor Erin can take a war labour --
They're dancing, oh sweet merry folks!
They'll mutiny later, but it won't be recorded --
The history's making no guess:
From Asgard Aesir look at land of the Mortals
So calm -- for the Midgard prepares...
Hroft Blackhand, Shadowblade
You can't forge a nation with whiskey or ale
Or music of ancient gods
Arising of nation is whirring of plane
A racket of axe falling oaks.
An oaken plank and a bench and a boat
Are bed for a Norseman of olds,
Nor Scott and nor Erin shall take a sea road
To Vikings a North Sea belongs!
Runes cast, tales are told during nights that are freezing
Great Yggdrasil does firmly stand
What, Scott has arisen? And Erin uneasy? --
Stay put, Heimdall watches over them.
Black colour of armours, black canvas of Navy
Each year realm steadily grows
Nor Scott and nor Erin can take a war labour --
They're dancing, oh sweet merry folks!
They'll mutiny later, but it won't be recorded --
The history's making no guess:
From Asgard Aesir look at land of the Mortals
So calm -- for the Midgard prepares...
Hroft Blackhand, Shadowblade