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Our march advances for death and cruelty |
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Black mountains placed herself against our tiring walk |
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The land under our feet begins to tremble now |
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(Is it) the fury of the gods or what? |
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And we continue our journey to the viking land |
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We cross the mountain and we're blinded by a strong glare |
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The valley shows the ring of green and woody mountains |
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The Crystal lake before our eyes |
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UNDER THE SURFACE OF SHINING COLD ICE |
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FALLEN WARLORDS UNDER OUR GLANCE |
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FEAR IN THEIR EYES |
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MY FRIENDS, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS BLOODSHED? |
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I DON'T KNOW IF WE'LL PREVAIL |
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AGAINST THE RAGE OF THE OPPOSITE GODS |
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Suddenly loud screams ring in the open air |
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We form a circle in the center of the lake |
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"This rumble comes from the woods" says Troghlor |
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"The ice is breakin'!" |
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And from the mountains a horde of warriors comes |
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Sadist grin on our face, they're not gods but just men! |
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Huge clash between us, our army will prevail |
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Their heads are falling down! |
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UNDER THE SURFACE OF SHINING COLD ICE |
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FALLEN WARLORDS UNDER OUR GLANCE |
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FEAR IN THEIR EYES |
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MY FRIENDS, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS BLOODSHED? |
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I DON'T KNOW IF WE'LL PREVAIL |
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AGAINST THE RAGE OF THE OPPOSITE GODS |
