Valhalla Awaits
Brothers and Sisters
Hail to the guardians, keepers of the great halls,
We are; Chaos divine,
born of the mountain people,
You stand with or against us,
Your blood will spill as easily upon our chests
as any other that attack us,
There is only right or wrong,
Stand with your brothers your sisters,
Raise your swords, and howl at moon
By the Gods, yes! We stand united, savage and proud,
We do not kneel to false gods,
Guardians of the great halls,
when we take our last breath in glorious battle we will
meet our makers, the oldest of gods brother! Welcomed as true kings and queens!
Be fierce my darling beasties
For we are born of mountain people,
lead us into Valhalla
Brothers and sisters, Hail.










