Ragal Ironbull - Green Horizon

They watch from the fold, with the steel in their hands,
To drive back the wolves from their ancestral lands.
It's a struggle for breath, it's a fight for the light,
We're building the walls in the dead of the night.
The hammer falls heavy, the timber is set,
A home for our children they won't soon forget.
We build a hearth where the clover grows green,
The strongest foundation that midgard has seen.