Sweoland Conqueror - Thyrfing

In primordial times, when Ginnungagap empty stared

Before Ymers death, before our triumphant dominion

There was nothing

No sea, no waves

No earth, no heaven

A frostcovered stone created

Bure, father of Bur, Bestlas husband

Bestla, daughter of Boltorn

And mother of three

Oden, Vile and Ve

Ymer’s assassins, Svears creators

Oden — spirit and life you gave

Vile — intellect was your gift

Ve — completed the heathen warrior

And Sweoland sets sail to plunder

With will as strong as the heart of Hrungner

They sat the world ablaze

Usurpers of Ethelreds british isles

Conquerors of western Frankia

And crushers of Irish strongholds

The flesh of a giant bears the mark of their tribe

And his blood carried them forth to glory

«Never before has such terror appeared

as we now have suffered from a pagan race»

«Nor was it thought possible

that such an inroad from the sea could be made»

«Shrines were desecrated

Ornaments were plundered

The bodies of saints were trampled

The blood of priests was spilled»