Hear what's written on the wind. We come to kill and kill again. Our arrows fall like hail Trample on the dead. - Ride through the Gate of clouds - stand on the open step.
Run beserk - spreading fear and pain. Black shield and weapons, black our chain. None can harm us - not their fire - Iron or steel - for we have the Will to power - with power we will Kill.
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To the war god Odin you will pray. And the curse of weapons shall Remain. On the blood of all our Fathers - on their weapons we now Swear to avenge - not lament. Give the False ones death.
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