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 berserk -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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