Beneath the Standard

The night it stretches long, my body sore and weak,

but while I bear the Hammer, I shall not bend the knee,

Come trouble and come foeman, come supernatural strife,

I’ll meet you with a vicious laugh, and boot and fist and knife!

I did not cross the mountains, nor seas to give up now,

the waves of this newest storm shall crash upon the bow!

The Choosers fly above us, keeping vigil for the fall,

In this Wolf Age we’re facing, the victor will take all!

We march beneath the standard, it grants us strength and pride,

ten-thousand years of Ancestors marching at our side!

Our blood runs hot, our honor high, for we are in the right,

And when the foe shall cross our path, they’ll feel the Striker’s might!

We’ll wrest a noble living, from this ruined rocky ground,

our fields will flourish once again, and families abound!

There’s no paradise awaiting, nor honor in defeat,

We’ll be asked what we did for blood, when the Gods above we meet.

The foreign creed would have us throw our honor down,

They offers us submission, to the thorns upon his crown,

But pleading and insulting shall nothing them avail,

for I choose to hold the Hammer, instead of cross and nails!

We fight beneath the standard, it grants us strength and pride,

ten-thousand years of Ancestors fighting at our side!

Our blood runs hot, our honor high, for we are in the right,

And when the foe shall cross our path, they’ll feel the Striker’s might!

A new dawn is approaching, but the battle shall not end,

for to live is to struggle, and this we shall commend!

We have the strength and spirits high for the Just and Good and Right,

and when the Serpent should rise up, Brave Thor shall lead the fight!

Take heed to me, my kinsmen, don’t let the threat unman!,

Your blood has faced every tragedy as a noble, fighting clan!

Let us pick our ground with certainty, a fine place to die,

and with bared steel in our hands we hold the standard high!

We win beneath the standard, it grants us strength and pride,

ten-thousand years of Ancestors victorious at our side!

Our blood runs hot, our honor high, for we are in the right,

And when the foe shall cross our path, they’ll feel the Striker’s might!