DOTLAN EveMaps

He hung on the windswept world tree whose roots no one knows. For nine whole days he hung there pierced by Gugnir, his spear. Swimming in pain he peered into the depths and cried out in agony reaching out he grasped the runes before falling back from the abyss. He gave himself unto himself
In a world of shearing pain Go that we all may live our lives by the wisdom that he gained. You doubted him, and spread their lies across the world, with sword in hand you raped our souls, and stole our right for all for the words of mild-mannered man You listened to mild-mannered god
and put your faith in deceitful words, your powertrip was paid by blood In kindness' name you spilled our blood. I refuse to submit to the god you say is kind. I know what's right, and it is time, It's time to fight, and free our minds. let me die without fear as I have lived without it, So shut your mouth and spare my ears I'm fed up with all your bullshit. After a thousand years of oppression
Let the berserks rise again Let the world hear these words once more "Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norsemen"