Hawar is victorious, but the realm is not so,

Men don't just have to fight,

The farmland also needs their hard work,

The warriors protected their tribes and their families,

but could not let the flesh toil in the field,

Under the low house, how many fathers and sons have been lost.

·

But Björn knew that the war had won the tribe a living space.

The hands of every tribe will not die because of the threat,

The weak have the opportunity to grow into the strong,

And now the warriors are blessed by the immature warriors,

The children are still moving from tribe to tribe,

It's just that the sword has long since become their toy.

·

The time in the north is long and short,

Björn also grew a beard like Lonner's,

And the strong flesh does not age,

The warrior who lays down his arms is a free peasant,

They earned land for themselves,

Then after that, the land also needs to be maintained by them.

·

But northerners don't like peace,

A short peace is prepared for war,

And Hawar, who is well versed in politics, understands that this is a dead end,

The warriors were drunk and idle, and still their will was broken by the cold wind,

But let them fight, and their own territory will not be secured,

The expedition brought only ruins and corpses to the present,

But battle is the soul of every northerner.

·

The commander of the warrior regiment, the lord's most capable subordinate,

Björn Bloodman Harvalson,

made a dragon boat, with a few warriors,

Embarked on a journey to a distant place,

Since the tribe has no enemies, then create a target,

Powerful enemies and weak slaves are the ideals that northerners aspire to

·

No one knows what they did,

But when the dragon ship returned, it was full of wealth and slaves,

As well as the blood of the warriors, with the heads of the enemy.

After seeing the bounty of the loot, Hawar was the perfect solution

War needs a sufficient population, and the population needs food,

Farm with slaves, and the warriors pour out of their nests!

·

No one can talk to the northerners about fighting,

Because the enemy who can only talk about kung fu hangs on the bow of the dragon ship,

Björn with the old Ronna,

Pick up your sword and put your shield on your back

Once again embarked on an adventure,

But no one knows what exactly happened this time.

·

Only the north wind exercises the warriors,

And no other place can match it,

The warriors slaughtered each other with ease,

Gather the riches, bind the slaves,

Countless loads of gold and grain were loaded onto ships,

Leave behind a territory that belongs to the protection of the weak.

·

But sickness afflicted Björn,

The Bloody Man was never afraid of fighting, because the battle would send him to Valhalla,

But for the first time, he fell outside the battle,

His teeth are gone, and his bones are soft and rotten.

Every time I open my mouth, the blood gushes out unstoppable.

The warriors prayed to the gods for a miracle, but nothing happened.

·

"I'm going to die, Ronner."

He pulled Ronner to his side and said to his best friend,

Lang Na is full of gray hair, but his complexion is still the same,

However, he lost his momentum.

"Valhalla doesn't need the weak,

So, strike again, let me go up alone,

You collect my body and send it to your lord. ”

·

The dragon boat went ashore, but the warriors sent their regimental commander off the warship,

Heavily armed warriors, ready to fight,

Bjorn took his sword and walked to the village that had been on guard.

The only way for a warrior to die in battle is to die,

Otherwise he is not worthy to be called a warrior,

Even if you die on the way to the charge, it is better than growing old in a hospital bed.

·

After bloodbathing that village, slaughtering the villagers who killed their comrades,

Ronner took Bjorn's body with him and returned to the territory in misery.

The bloody man was badly wounded, and there were countless wounds in his chest,

But even then, thirty people died at his feet,

In the end, the enemy swarmed up,

pierced his body with a pitchfork thoroughly,

And the long sword once again took the life of a man.

·

His dragon boat with his weapons and shields,

And the warriors buried the belongings that belonged to him one by one,

Hawar buried the slaves,

And Lonner put the bone armor and wolf skin in.

Ekhvaz, the faithful horse that belongs to the rider,

It belongs to every loyal and never-ending warrior.

But now, Björn Bloodman Harvalsson,

will forever be the face of Ekhvaz.