Götterdämmerung

Battleborn warriors, living fire, haunting frost
Battleborn fists, carrying battleborn thorns

Celestial sea is rising — do you hear the majestic waves?
Do you hear the loving shouts of the blazing Nords?
Midnight hour is screaming her deadly closing prose.
We fight through the thundering clouds and corrupted howling mist,
We fight because this is all we know …