Rest in pieces, knife-ear curs, your riches belong to the savage marauders of mankind, the riches of an eon of dynasties are now piled like offal before the feet of Knud Fimir-Kin. Your women and comely boys warm our bedrolls, and for all your ceremony and ancient wisdom, the savagery of the ancient north hath laid you low!
RAAAH! NORSCA!!!