The Fall Of Atlantis - Folkearth

In the lands where winter is king, Where deep forests primeval still Crown brooding mountain-peaks, There reign as lords the sons of the North! The Viking blood

Rider on the winds, Master of the skies: Thor! Menace from above, Thy hammer raise aloft! Beneath the punding wheels Of your chariot, We'll stand in steadfast l

A wind arose one day from the North And it did call to the sons Odin's host - Ships they prepared and weapons of war, Then raised their sails to this glorious w

When the day doth break It shall not remember the night Save for an ebon speck in the sky： Our banner in the wind caught high Cravens wished they could forget Tr