As blood for wolves for riches and lust
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Onward with hammers to chest
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Villages burn, burn citys to dust
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And for fun they tortue the rest
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Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast
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An avalanche of heathnes set sail
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To show to the world of which men is beast
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To conquer where others would fail
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Odin is working to eagerly form
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A great heathen fist from the north
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Pray for your life when there's signs of a storm
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But praying won't help when the dragons com forth
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Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce
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They know not fear of pain
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Women and children are swimming in tears
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While the berserks are going insane
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Scholared embodies by blood and the mound
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The clink of sword sound death chord
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Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground
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Embraced by might, great northern horde
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Odin, great warlord, I greed you with hail
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This new god is weaker of class
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Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil
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And I'll kick this christ right in the ass
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Dragons Of The North
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| Einherjer |
