A black host descends
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omen of the end
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fury and pride at Odin's command
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just the mountains can dare to stand,
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hordes of the gods
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almighty force
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foreign invader surely won't prevail
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the army that cried loud Odin's hail.
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It doesn't matter how much
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I shall suffer to live
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to condign my poor soul
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in your mighty hands
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I long for that moment my life
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I shall give and if I die in this battle...
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Let hammer commence !
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Black mist now protect us
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From unfaithful eyes,
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the attack to the cross
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and its god will surely succeed,
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steel at my side, banners up high,
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ancient words from the Gods
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I pronounce the Viking war-cry:
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Odin's hail, it doesn't matter how
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much I shall suffer to live
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to condign my poor soul
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in your mighty hands
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I long for the moment my life
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I shall give and if i die in this battle...
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Let Battle commence!
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"This is the dan for which I was born,
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I blow my last breath into the horn,
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to the halls of Valhalla
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I know finally
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my last words are
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Odin's hail!"
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Resound The Horn: Odin's Hail
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