" Rite of the Northern Dawn "
Defying the Foeman's Blast,
Longer than life we'll last.
Within our very Blood,
Withstanding fire and flood.
Fair skinned Folk give wholesome praise,
Hammer and Sun wheel proudly raised .
Honoring Kith and Kin and Clan ,
Guarding this , our chosen land .
Let every enemy beware,
When Kinfolk call , we will be there .
In tribal pride and passions deep ,
Eternal honor we shall keep .
Our sacred tongue we shall retain ,
And guard our young from foe profane
High Gods we praise with every breath ,
Remaining true to Kin till death .
Giving no love to alien creed,
Harken to Brother's every need.
Turn we not the other cheek,
North Folk strong and never meek .
Nor honor trade for outland gold ,
Forgetting not our Folk of old .
Let none among us crave or cower,
Let evil doers feel our power .
We pray that North Folk n'er shall kneel,
Or lie beneath an alien heel.
A mighty people are to be,
Both strong and bold - Both brave and free .
From the Northlands we have sprung,
Our banners against the sky are hung .
By the powers of our Gods we stand,
To guard our blood , our kind , our land .
Let the shinning sun always find our Folk, as it looks over the affairs
of Midgard .
Let our people be plentiful in the world, that all humankind may know of
our greatness.
Let the tongue of our Folk always be heard in the land, that the Gods may
rejoice in us.
Let us not be an autumn without a spring. Rather a people ever born and
ever new, with mighty deeds on the loom of fate.
To this we pledge our hearts and wits that we may live in the Gods and they
in us.
By our ancestors and our descendents yet unborn, so be it done.