When the grimson red skies baths the horizon in a poisonous kiss I kiss my hammer I kiss my sword my eyes glear of infernal joy In my dreams I saw them they made me swear the oath at the seventh of the seven mountains the twenty first of december The skies bath the horizon in fire I hold my sword before me and I kneel before the blood on the stone greet me!!! This moment was chosen at the birth of the gods a true son of aasgard I am my sign is the color of the night and the blood that ran on my fathers graves!!! The oath is sworn the blood is given now I await you to pass me your forces