Thyrfing

A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown
A tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail
But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud heathen hearts
At first they came wearing their most innocent masques
Telling vikings vague stories about a nazarene whelp
While keeping their swords drawn behind their backs
Storms of Asgard
Engulf the unfaithful
Storms of Asgard
Reclaim your throne