Post by Kyrksen Havgrimur on Jan 21, 2011 1:23:54 GMT
A white flash passes across the camera view. Driving winds blast the ground, swirling the snow swept tundra, ice crystals slam the camera as it focuses on a shadowy figure walking down the side a glacier in the background. The howling winds smash the ice and snow into the figure. He pays it no minds. This was his home. The Kingdom of Svalbard, a cold desolet island in the Barents sea, north of Norway. This was a harsh place, but it was this man's home. He and his family had thrived here for more then a millennium. Closing on the camera now his voice could be heard first in his native tongue, floowed by English.
Nu scylun hergan hefaenricaes uard
metudæs maecti end his modgidanc
uerc uuldurfadur sue he uundra gihuaes
eci dryctin or astelidæ
he aerist scop aelda barnum
heben til hrofe haleg scepen.
tha middungeard moncynnæs uard
eci dryctin æfter tiadæ
firum foldu frea allmectig
Now let me praise the keeper of Heaven's kingdom,
the might of the Creator, and his thought,
the work of the Father of glory, how each of wonders
the Eternal Lord established in the beginning.
He first created for the sons of men
Heaven as a roof, the holy Creator,
then Middle-earth the keeper of mankind,
the Eternal Lord, after wards made,
the earth for men, the Almighty Lord.
I have come. I have come to protect and to serve. To strike fear. To destroy. To un seat all who stand in my way. To break them down to nothingness. To ransack and pillage the coffers of TNB. To return to my home with the spoils of battle. To be the victor on the fields of battle. To seek the upper echelon of talent and bring them to their knees at the hands of the viking king. They will be crushed under the weight of the hammer.
The winds swirls and tears at his garments ,whipping the wool, flapping it in its grasp. The snow whites out the camera and all that can be heard is the crunching of this monsters boots on the hard pack as he moves away. Then over the howling winds comes the sing song deep growling voice once more.
Nu scilun herga hefenricæs uard
metudæs mehti and his modgithanc
uerc uuldurfadur sue he uundra gihuæs
eci dryctin or astelidæ.
he ærist scop ældu barnum
hefen to hrofæ halig sceppend
tha middingard moncynnæs uard
eci dryctin æfter tiadæ
firum foldu frea allmehtig
Nu scylun hergan hefaenricaes uard
metudæs maecti end his modgidanc
uerc uuldurfadur sue he uundra gihuaes
eci dryctin or astelidæ
he aerist scop aelda barnum
heben til hrofe haleg scepen.
tha middungeard moncynnæs uard
eci dryctin æfter tiadæ
firum foldu frea allmectig
Now let me praise the keeper of Heaven's kingdom,
the might of the Creator, and his thought,
the work of the Father of glory, how each of wonders
the Eternal Lord established in the beginning.
He first created for the sons of men
Heaven as a roof, the holy Creator,
then Middle-earth the keeper of mankind,
the Eternal Lord, after wards made,
the earth for men, the Almighty Lord.
I have come. I have come to protect and to serve. To strike fear. To destroy. To un seat all who stand in my way. To break them down to nothingness. To ransack and pillage the coffers of TNB. To return to my home with the spoils of battle. To be the victor on the fields of battle. To seek the upper echelon of talent and bring them to their knees at the hands of the viking king. They will be crushed under the weight of the hammer.
The winds swirls and tears at his garments ,whipping the wool, flapping it in its grasp. The snow whites out the camera and all that can be heard is the crunching of this monsters boots on the hard pack as he moves away. Then over the howling winds comes the sing song deep growling voice once more.
Nu scilun herga hefenricæs uard
metudæs mehti and his modgithanc
uerc uuldurfadur sue he uundra gihuæs
eci dryctin or astelidæ.
he ærist scop ældu barnum
hefen to hrofæ halig sceppend
tha middingard moncynnæs uard
eci dryctin æfter tiadæ
firum foldu frea allmehtig