Heil og sæl my illustrious mates!
Tomorrow, on the 8th of May, we celebrate International Viking Day.
And what better way to honor this day than to join us on Blood Rage and listen to an old tale?
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Come fight with us, brothers and sisters, to prove your worth to Odin, gaining the glory you require to be granted passage to Valhalla!
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GATHER AROUND, AS WE SHARE A TALE AS OLD AS TIME
By tradition, on this day, one of the old Viking sagas is told around the world, by the young and old, from any land and any language.
Today, brothers and sisters, let me tell you of Ragnarok, whose old norse origin means “Fate of the Gods”.
Someday, whenever the Norns, these inscrutable beings who control fate, decide it, shall come a Great Winter.
The biting winds will blow snow from all directions, the warmth of the sun will fail as the earth will plunge into a winter unlike any other the world has yet seen. It shall last for the length of three normal winters, with no summers in between.
Mankind will become desperate for food and other necessities of life, starting an age of swords and axes; brother will slay brother, father will slay son, and son will slay father.
The wolves Skoll and Hati, who have hunted the sun and the moon since the beginning of time, will at last catch their prey. The stars too will disappear, leaving nothing but a black void in the heavens.
Yggdrasil, the great tree that holds the cosmos together, will tremble, and all the trees and even the mountains will fall to the ground.
The chain that has been holding back the monstrous wolf Fenrir will snap, and the beast will run free. With fire blazing from his eyes and nostrils, he will run across the earth, with his lower jaw on the ground and his upper jaw against the top of the sky, devouring everything in his path.
Jörmungandr, the mighty serpent who dwells at the bottom of the ocean and encircles the land, will rise from the depths, spilling the seas over all the earth as he makes landfall.
He will spit his venom over all the world, poisoning land, water, and air alike.
The dome of the sky will be split, and from the crack shall emerge the fire-giants from Muspelheim. Their leader shall be Surt, with a flaming sword brighter than the sun in his hand. As they march across Bifrost, the rainbow bridge to Asgard, the home of the gods, the bridge will break and fall behind them.
An ominous horn blast will ring out; this will be Heimdall, the divine sentry, blowing the Gjallarhorn to announce the arrival of the moment the gods have feared.
The gods will decide to go to battle, even though they know what the prophecies have foretold concerning its outcome.
Odin and the champions of men will fight more valiantly than anyone has ever fought before. But it will not be enough. Fenrir will swallow Odin and his men.
Creatures, gods and giants alike will slay each other, as Heimdall will put an end to Loki’s treachery, and Thor will succeed in felling Jörmungandr with the blows of his hammer.
But all will succumb in the fight, paying with their life for these victories.
Then the remains of the world will sink into the sea, and there will be nothing left but the void. Creation and all that has occurred since will be completely undone, as if it had never happened.
Some say that that is the end of the tale – and of all tales, for that matter.
But others hold that a new world, green and beautiful, will arise out of the waters.
Fellow warriors and seamen, as this tale-telling ends, it is time to get off your bedstraws, polish your swords and prepare the ships.
Not long remains before the battle at Yggdrasil comes and Ragnarok begins.
We shall prove to the Gods we are ready to fight to earn our place in Valhalla!
Let not the fear of what is to come drain your spirit, for we have something that will embolden every viking warrior.
Life is fleeting, but glory is eternal.