He runs before the northern wind
To cleave the foam with narrow keel
With one hand on the dragon's prow
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel.
Eyes like fire in battle's heat
From axe and sword the song does ring.
Come to bathe the world in blood
The Raven spreads the ebon wing.
Like thunder borne upon the wind
The word goes forth in warning dread
The Battleskald has come again
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head.