Bathory Nordland

Land of unforgiving winter
Cold, clad in white, under a dark grey sky
Silent, the wind, it whispers
Pale sun of gold, gazing from far up high
Endless forests, lakes of water dark and deep
Misty mountains, where giants sleep
Nordland
High about all, the ravens
Spreading their wings to fly to the hall up high
Messengers of the all fathers
Oden behold all with his one eye