When the fractured heavens roar viking music and the earth shudders, it is a harbinger of inevitable doom. The threads are intertwined in a tapestry of destruction, as primordial powers awaken to unleash their fury upon Midgard. From the fiery depths of Muspelheim and the icy grip of Niflheim, the champions of chaos march, slaying all in their stride.

• Soul-Swept Horses carry fallen heroes to Valhalla, their screams echoing through the emptiness
• The God of Thunder's hammer swings against the serpent Jörmungandr, shaking the very foundations of the world
• The Serpent's Kiss revels in the chaos, his laughter a chilling premonition of the end

A symphony of destruction and despair envelops all, a testament to the power manifest by Ragnarök's fury.

Helmets and Iron

The battlefield roars as steel clashes against steel. Grim visages peer from beneath dented helmets, their eyes burning with a mixture of rage and despair. The stench of blood and sweat hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the brutal dance of death unfolding before us. Amidst the chaos, heroes emerge, wielding weapons forged in fire and tempered by countless battles. They are the warriors who fall, the legends whispered in the heart of this conflict. Each swing of their swords is a testament to their skill, each clash a symphony of destruction.

• A solitary skull rests upon a hill of steel, a chilling reminder of the price of victory.
• Survival is a fickle mistress, whispering sweet promises to those brave enough to grasp it.

Ancient Songs

The song whispers through the branches, carrying with it the earliest hymns of our forefathers. These Primal Chants are not merely sounds; they are the very pulse of our tradition, echoing with the power of forgotten gods and heroic deeds.

• Harken close to these hallowed words, for they speak of a time when humans walked beside the gods, and world itself breathed with wonder.
• Feel the rhythms of these chants, for they will ignite the fire within you, and connect you to the powerful wisdom that lie dormant within.

Hear these Primal Chants guide you on your path, and embrace the wisdom they offer.

Welcome to Valhalla

Warriors who fall bravely shall be carried by Valkyries to this sacred realm. There, they drink deep upon piles of slain beasts, while their wounds are healed.

But beware, warrior glory to be earned. Only the strongest shall stand when the final horn blows.

Blood Symphony of the Wolf

This haunting composition draws upon ancient myths and legends, weaving a tapestry of night. The strings wail like wolves, their melodies wavering through the chilling air. Each note is a whisper to the untamed power that lies within us all. The composition itself will leave you breathless, captivated by its beauty.

Runes of War

The whispered talismans of war are marked upon metal. Each symbol, a powerful conduit to unleashed energy. In the hands of a skilled warrior, these runes can shape the very flow of battle. They whisper promises of dominion. Yet, beware the price of wielding such power. For to touch war's glyphs is to invite a shadowy fate.

Some say that the runes themselves possess conflict. They stir on the anguish of war, and those who use them may find their own souls irrevocably corrupted.