- Sep 8, 2013
Come here young warriors and gather around the fireplace. Drink your mead to gather all of your strength and courage. Because soon you're going to need it. Think of your home, let it be in the majestic fjords in the west whom learned us to master the seas, the fertile lands in the east who taught us to settle down and appriciate the gifts the Allfather gave us, or even the cold and bitter north, the harsh place that made us thougher, stronger and more unrelenting than the peace lovers of this white Christ. Think of your women and their soft skin and the pleasures they give you in life. Because chances are after this day, you may never see your home or your women again. If Odin and the Norns wills it, we will end up in Valhall. We will be granted a glorious death and forever feast with the bravest men in humankind. Let us pray that we will be granted this honor. Maybe somewhere out there we can finally be granted peace, finally be granted glory.
Because somewhere there, over the horizon and the river, lurks a giant army which vastly outnumber us. They are leaded by a man, the King of the Germanians, he claim to be the predecessor of the great people who settled all of the lands south of us - even Brittania. He have sworn, sworn to his god, that he will either see all of our heads baptized - or chop them off. He claim to be sent out by White Christ to "save our souls". Oh I promise you this, he is right. He will save most of our souls. But not in the way he believe, he will send most of us to Valhall!
But do not underestimate him, to not underestimate our ancient foe. He will undo everything we stand for, he want to undo our way of living. If we fail, if we can't fend off our enemy he will no longer allow us to worship the gods of our ancestors. We may no longer be able to set sail for the open sea, to feel the salty water whip us in the face and stiffen our beards and hair. No longer will we, or our sons, be allowed to plunder the followers of the books and honor our ancestors. We simply can't fail, it is vitory or total destruction.
Speaking of our ancestors, I assume most of you are too young and ignorant to know about and appriciate our story. So before we ride to war, before we gather our strength from our mead, let me tell you our story. The story of the men and women who forged the realms, who gained glory and brought terror to England and Europe! It all started in 867, when the legendary king Hávarðr defeated Haraldr Fairhair in battle, and set out to make a kingdom of his own, and make his name and legacy eternal. This is our story, this is the story of the Norse.