Oderint dum Metuant

By all the graves of brethren dead
By the warrior’s deathless shield of red
I’ll make a solemn vow to you
I’ll keep the strength of my ancestors true

For northmen laugh at prison bars,
Our laughter reaches to the stars.
Proclaiming with a warrior’s breath
A power beyond the realm of death!

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