With honour I would love to be a viking (like my Ancestors) on the keel of a longbot, waiting for the fog to lift up, to see the sun rising, to sing together my brothers:
"Through the fog they will come in the dawn
with the wind from the raging sea
beware of the men of the North
they will sail down the blooded shore
with the wind they will return to the seas"
To step on the blooded shore and to kill my enemys in the glorious name of my FatherLand!!! R.I.P Quorthon, his a Genius indeed and his deeds will always be remembered!!!
In hounorfull posthumous Fame!!!