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.