the gods the gods are dead the whole world as we ve come to know it is broken since the sun s eye blinked shut and never opened the lakes plains and the oceans are frozen the gods are dead yet someone over us has spoken saying fill up the flagons pack the wagons and advance the caravan through arid lands narrow valleys parry avalanches trudging through the snow clutching to the hope that we ll be crunching dredge to slush as we deliver crushing blows the drum beat threads pointed needles with the noise of a big hammer the saga of our paths entwined embroidered in the banner so wave your banners high make them fan the sky though you re just as much a mortal man as i we do not plan to die i am rook i do things by the book since childhood i toed the line that iver took i ve seen vile things grunts rapping gruff rhymes skalflings varl kings from the gruin sea to groffheim meet me at the mead house at three bells i need a siege archer and a shieldbanger see my renown can you hear the thunder by the beard of dundr gods know the godstone s got me crying tears of wonder  night is here and thus we must find a bed to slumber i am but a hunter liable for providing for fighting fit men numbering a hundred fighting fits of hunger i must guide lumbering varl or risk lying ripped asunder the drum beat threads pointed needles with the noise of a big hammer the saga of our paths entwined embroidered in the banner so wave your banners high make them fan the sky though you re just as much a mortal man as i we do not plan to die on the first day the earth quakes your nerves shake but your fate is certain no need to let your reserve break you must assert bravery and an alert brain will serve to save you from a world of hurt and will avert pain marching ever forward no rest lest we be cornered tortured then slaughtered hung drawn and quartered bellower will see the error of his ways ever so soon when we thread his dread and terror s weft back into mother s loom the drum beat threads pointed needles with the noise of a big hammer the saga of our paths entwined embroidered in the banner so wave your banners high make them fan the sky though you re just as much a mortal man as i we do not plan to die wave your banners high make them fan the sky though you re just as much a mortal man as i we do not plan to die