Axe and sworde in my handes Deceivers invaded these landes A charge, their false heartes to kill The calle of the gods to fulfill Fighte the true evil, prevente their returne Bloode on the crosses, churches shall burne Stronge our will, fearless we are
The ravens our guidance, the hammer our hearte Warrior
Spill their holy bloode Deathe by the blade
The wrathe of the gods shall returne Wytches were burn'd at the stake
Heathens were murdered and raped Suppressed, our forefather's faithe
Wisdom and cults were erased Fighte for our gods, prepare their returne
Bloode on the crosses, churches shall burne Proude our hordes, fearless we are Vengeance our duty, barbaric our heartes Warrior Deathe by the blade Revenge shall be thy fate The returne of the glorious age (Solo: both Lars Scott both both both both both lars Dirk).
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