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Cold autumn rain beats down on my bloodstained face. |
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In the clouded, misty morning sky |
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I see ravens circle my blade now sheated tasted blood just hours before. |
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On the killing fields of honour pride is measured in war |
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On the frozen fields of horror we'll avenge their deeds with our steel! |
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With sorrowfilled heart |
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I walk ahead on my nightly patrol. |
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Sounds of battle still echoing in my mind |
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Reminding me of the night at the coast when we saw the horde of ships closing in on us in the horizon |
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Unprepared we were when they came to shore. |
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Waving their swords, screaming the name of an unknown god. |
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Burned our villages, desecrated our shrines, replaced our old gods with icons of their false faith |
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From behind they sneaked on us like the cowards they are. |
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Forced us to retreat in shame, filled our hearts with pain and rage. |
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You can kill our kin but you can never crush our spirit. |
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The heathenpride in northmen's minds will always remain! |
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Like fire schorced earth we are reborn! |
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With autumns coldest winds we arrive! |
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Proud in our hearts, unchained in our might we are pure heathen wrath unbound! |
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As I awake from my remembrance, one single tear rolls down to my scarred cheeck. |
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I return to our mountain camp the hideaway of the few survivors of their "holy" massacre. |
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We pray for might, our shamans survey the runes we call forth the elements to fight along side us on this pagan cause. |
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We swear an oath to old gods: |
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We will not rest until we find revenge! |
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Until every single soul of those fucking worms sails the black waters of |
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Tuonela Yet even |
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Tuoni would reject that scum, their pitiful souls shall forever be cursed to haunt these woods at night horizon will burn with thousand fires. |
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Swords shall clatter, warcrys echo, steel shall sings it's merciless song in the gloomy autumn night! |
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Meadows shall be covered with blood, foul stench of rotting flesh! |
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Vultures and rats will feast on the corpses of the deceased. |
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Rivers of blood of the fallen warriors, severed limbs lying all around |
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The Gods of |
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War will be satisfied. |
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In the gloomy autumn night! |
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And when the night falls again we proud men of north gather around the bonfires. |
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And in the light of the paganfires we sharpen our swords, saddle our horses and whisper one final prayer to the |
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Gods of War! |
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May the winds hear our cries! |
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May the stars call our names! |
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And when the moon is on the wave we'll ride to victory or ascend to another plane |
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We call forth the archaic forces! |
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Summon the elements! |
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We sing our prayers to four winds! |
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Raise our chalices towards the sky! |
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When the fullmoon rises to sky we ride towards our desecrated village |
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Filled with rage and |
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Ukkos might shouting oaths of battle, singing songs of war. |
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In the name of |
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Ukko we will send them to |
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Tuonis doors! |
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Berzerk we attack steel singing in the light of the moon. |
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Outnumbered we are but filled with heathenpride. |
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One by one, we cut down their troops, swords swinging in the light of the moon. |
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We remove their icons, we crucify their priests to their own crosses, we'll burn their holy scriptures and sink their dismember corpses to the marshes of the proud northern woods. |
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We have returned the pride of this land. |
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For now and forever! |
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Unchained |
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Heathen Wrath! |
