Of kings who knew the northern light
and scorned ecstatic sorcerers
Through the lair of the earth rope,
between faded empires of kindred past
By Volga and Dneiper
they brought corpse-dew to inland seas
Enslavers of eastern tribes,
mercenaries in clamour of singular deities
Farmatyr presided over loth spoils
From Hlidskialf came judgement austere
Derivatives of the lattermost offshoots
To advance from the Arctic Seat
As burning Bifrost leads up for but few
Bears' blood flowed from their flagons
The mighty one was summoned
Septentrion announced its arrival
Lucent point orbited nightly
In the sacred sign
From the mane of Skinfaxi
would come guiding refulgence
To educe trembling plainsfolk,
walled cities and towers
Arrayed around emperors,
gold-emblazoned gonfalons borne aloft
They heard imperial chanters intone
paeans of victory
Son of nine mothers watches he who
would one day sound the call
Father of the slain's host would be joined
Hiadning's storm become
Let the adders of battle creep the scabbard path
For tomorrow we may be no more
Having no fear nor bonds of hopes
To not just know, but believe
Unto their children pa**ed Heimdall's head
No wealth to be bequeathed, An inheritance of steel
Expanding war to be raged, Prosperity theirs to secure
In Enea's expanse