Dispelling The Mist

For honor and gold, pride and glory, countless men do fight
But I am here for one thing only; to make my enemies die
The gods have granted me all the strength of one-hundred men
In the fields I swing my blade, eager to kill again.

Their screams will echo like those of my clan
Slain before my eyes
They will die by my hand, I make vengeance my prize
My hunger is that of Fenrir's Great and unfulfilled
Their bodies turn to ash and ember and all their blood is spilled.

By the will of Thor, we take weapons in our fists
Cut you down and clear the storm, dispelling the mist
Lift the veil from their eyes and clear every flaw
Turn chaos into order, turn anarchy to law (Anarchy to law!)

Blessed as I had become, I could not take them alone
New allies were fearsome as we sought the enemy's throne
Four in number we grew our ranks, stronger by the day
To the gods we gave out thanks, preparing for bloody fray.

Liars! Profaners! No warriors they! Falsehood is their creed
Trading the truth for their shame, to satisfy their needs
But hear we stand, the truth, the light, with vengeance cold as ice
Justice bring you our metal's might as you pay the ultimate price.

We swing our sword and hurl our axe, chanting Valhalla's verse
Soon, all their skulls are cracked and every name is cursed
Hear the cries as darkness dies and hope ends our story
Hammer-forged steel expelled their lies and carried us into glory.