Our hordes gather in the forests
We strengthen our spirits in scared ritual
Anewing the ancient oath of blood
As our father did before
Through cold Nordic winds
With fire and with steel
With no fear inside
And no mercy left to spare
We are riding onwards
Into glorious victory or death
Wolfish warriors raging
To strike with no remorse
Blood and Spirit
On the wings of death we ride
Blessed by the gods of war
We bring forward
The end of this world
Their temples laid in ruins
Their order turned to dust
Fulfilling our destiny
We lay waste the world of god
Blood and Spirit
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