Runic Blade

Iron bites through bone and skin. Let the slaughter now begin. Crimson stains the

frozen white in the middle of the fight. Heads are rolling in the mud.

Thirsty soil drinks the blood. Cleaving through the wall of shields on these dark

and hallowed fields. Guts are spilled upon the path. Witness now the Northman's wrath.

By the symbols on my blade, every grave is freshly made. By the magic

of the sign, victory is truly mine. The forest whispers secrets of the

battle soon to come. I follow every rhythm of the beating of my

drum. The power of the symbols is burning in my vein.