The Legend Of The Sky Warriors

On The Darkest Nights They Come
The Sky Warriors Of Fenris
Riding Upon Steeds Of Starfire And Flame
Striking Like Storm-Wrath Above

As Tall And Broad As The Bear, Each One
Their Fangs Are Knife Of Bone
In Their Arms The Strength Of Kraken
In Their Veins The Blood Of The Gods

Clad In Living And Breathing Steel
The Brotherhood Knows No Fear
Pelt Of Wolf And Skull Of Fiend
Rune And Tooth And Blade

Hell-Forged Weapons, A Thousand Deaths
The Steel That Seeks The Heart
The Dragon-Breath Turns Men To Ash
The Blade That Sings A Dirge

Raven And Crow Dine Well In Their Wake
Wyrms Fear Their Howl, Trolls Slink Away
Great-Wolf Kindred Lope At Their Side
Thunderwolf Bares His Throat

The Fell Breath Of Winter Is Nothing To Them
The Flametides Of Summer No Worse
They Feast As They Fight, Hearty And Well
Death's Touch Gives Them No Pause

From Ash-Bounds Asaheim, High In The Clouds
They Come On Wings Of Flames
The Lord Of Iron Forge Beast Of War
Ice Storms Prowl On Their Wake

They Smite Their Enemies, Take Their Pelts
They Slay The Beasts Of The Void
Those They Choose To Fight At Their Side
Reborn In The Realm Of Gods