The Axe in my hand,
swinging in south lands,
Killing priests and monks,
Raiding townsfolk,
destroying, bloodthirsty and cold.
When I saw it came over sea,
A long-cross of gold.
I shouted my thoughts and beliefs in the sky,
Never falling apart,
Always trust your heart,
I want to be free, and the land with me.
Axe in my hand.
Axe in my hand.
A crazy axe fighter and a mead lover.
Nirdor from Farajdvheim, Eanor.
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