I am Greg of Edmonton son of Keith and Margaret the bald, defender of the Vikings from the Bad Lands to Winter Park. I will show my horns to both friend and foe. One to give cheer, the other to give fear, such that it freeze the hearts of men who dare come to the land of ice and snow. They will know us by where green and gold fled, by our feasting on lion and bear, by the horns on our head. I will show my horns in weather fair and foul. I will show my horns until I whisper SKOL with my last breath. I will show my horns to the young, because our story will be their lore. To this I pledge my sacred honor and my purple blood!