Seems to me a great vast black oceannYet it ignores the windnOnce you can see it than describe it to your lord.nnA huge mass of shining polearmsnThe sound of battle horns, prepares the stormnDeath is coming dresssed as a pagan horde.nnAbove this walls i admire my end,nThis viking horde is beauty and death.nMy lord forgive me for all my sins,nPlease let me sing of our future heathen reign...nnWoden's Reign.