Wolves of a Red Sun - Svartidauði

I shall exhaust the light without to cultivate the light within

Pouring down the wine of woe from the burning firmament

As they celebrate weakness you shall become an embodiment of power

As they bend a knee to a king’s rule you shall do as thou wilt

Strive for steel and not for gold

Drench yourself in blood on the hunting grounds

Beneath the red sun

In hoc signo vinces

To see your enemies driven before you

And splintered to a thousand pieces and scattered to the winds