From the ice to the fire, from the storm to the sea, The Jarls of Sigurdsson march, unbroken and free. With blades of iron, with shields of might, They carve their legacy into the night. Under skies of wrath and thunder, through the seas of endless dread, Sigurdsson, our iron king, leads the living and the dead. By his side, the Jarls awaken, forged in battles, cold and stark, Guiding warriors through the tempest, into glory’s endless dark. Sparrow sees the unseen paths, his wisdom sharp as steel, His voice a compass in the chaos, guiding what the gods reveal. Kosten strikes with molten fury, his blade a burning star, Through the storm and through the carnage, his fire burns afar. Sing the songs of Joms’ grim valor, fierce and wild, forever free, Let the blood of foes run crimson, flowing back into the sea. In the shadow of King Sigurdsson, where the wolves and ravens scream, Let the Iron Song of the Jarls resound, like a river’s vengeful stream. Anechka runs where the wolves dare not, her blade cuts through the fray, Her shadow dances with death’s own hand, where the weak are led astray. Shadzuki holds the line unbroken, her calm a fearsome tide, No foe can pass her iron grace; no warrior fights untried. Queen Shai burns the battlefield, a tempest of crimson flame, With every step, the ground ignites; her enemies howl her name. The jarls unite, their power roaring, a force that gods admire, For when their voices rise as one, the whole world’s set on fire. Sing the songs of Joms’ grim valor, fierce and wild, forever free, Let the blood of foes run crimson, flowing back into the sea. In the shadow of King Sigurdsson, where the wolves and ravens scream, Let the Iron Song of the Jarls resound, like a river’s vengeful stream. Through frost and fire, through blood and stone, The Jarls carve their path, their strength unknown. Sigurdsson leads, the unyielding flame, And through their wrath, the world will remember their name! Misha’s laughter haunts the shadows, where the bold dare not pursue, His strength a tide that crushes all, his enemies torn in two. Sparrow whispers to the winds of war, his voice a binding spell, While Kosten brings destruction’s roar, a storm no one can quell. Shadzuki, unshaken, watches-her eyes the calm before the fight, Anechka strikes with feral fury, vanishing into the night. Queen Shai stands ablaze in glory, the battlefield her throne, The jarls of Sigurdsson march united, unyielding, and alone. Sing the songs of Joms’ grim valor, fierce and wild, forever free, Let the blood of foes run crimson, flowing back into the sea. In the shadow of King Sigurdsson, where the wolves and ravens scream, Let the Iron Song of the Jarls resound, like a river’s vengeful stream. From the ice to the fire, from the storm to the sea, The Jarls of Sigurdsson march, unbroken and free. From the ice to the fire, from the storm to the sea, The Jarls of Sigurdsson march, unbroken and free.
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In the following videos, I will mention all the Goms fighters 😊