Deep into the heart of the battle they fought. Covered on All sides as all converged on them, until the four could No longer be seen. as time passed i feared them lost, then Slowly the armies separated, many were dead. I saw the four Each down on one knee, all stopped to watch and gaze Upon them with a smile of victory before sending them into The ground. Then they rose together to make a final stand. With their Last bit of strength they raised their arms into the air pointing Blood stained weapons to the sky. They called upon the god Of war and made ready to die. But Odin would not call Them this day to Valhalla, instead he sent thunder and Lightning to strike the ground, bestowing upon them the One gift every warrior lives in hope of - the berserker rage! Now filled with that strength, the power of a thousand Men was given them. No longer mortal they were touched By the gods. This time when they took up the attack, men fell Not by tens, but by hundreds, by thousands. And when the Smoke did clear, the four spoke the words and the masses Answered the response of the warrior's prayer. Gods of war, I call you My sword is by my side I seek a life of honor Free from all false pride I will crack the whip With a bold mighty hail Cover me with death If I should ever fail Glory, Majesty, Unity Hail! Hail! Hail!