Talk:Honor War A.S. XLIII/2009
Wander ye to wind swept shores Where serpent spills from Hel's cold halls Blasted Tree's scion seeks battle luck and green geld of old times
Mighty king from frost-tinged halls Comes to see justice done Each man make his wordfame here The Eye of Inga rests on you.
Skogar's clash, men strewn like chaff Odin's maiden's gather storm's harvest When Last Horn sounds and dark falls Wordfame, honor, and brotherhood echo on.