In the twilight's grasp, where the spirits play,
Whispers of the ancients guide us on our way.
Carved in stone, the runes reveal,
The fate of warriors, the truths we feel.
In the circle of stone, where the seers tread,
We seek the signs of the paths ahead.
Destiny's threads weave through our hands,
A tapestry of life, in these sacred lands.
Runes of fate, guide us through the storm,
In the hands of the wise, our spirits transform.
Through the whispers of time, our voices ignite,
With the power of the runes, we claim our right!
Every mark tells a tale, every scratch a song,
In the heart of the storm, we will carry on.
With each cast of the stones, we embrace the fight,
For the gods have spoken, we will claim our right.
Runes of fate, guide us through the storm,
In the hands of the wise, our spirits transform.
Through the whispers of time, our voices ignite,
With the power of the runes, we claim our right!
In the twilight's glow, our destinies meet,
With courage and strength, we will not retreat.
For every choice made, a path to unfold,
The runes whisper secrets, both daring and bold.
Runes of fate, guide us through the storm,
In the hands of the wise, our spirits transform.
Through the whispers of time, our voices ignite,
With the power of the runes, we claim our right!
So we sail on the winds of destiny's grace,
With the runes in our hearts, we'll find our place.
Through the darkness and light, our legends will rise,
For the fate of the Viking is written in the skies.