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The last head falls to the ground |
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No one is left alive |
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They thought that they could take me down |
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But it's not my time to die |
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I wipe the blood from my sword |
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And slide it in my belt |
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This is the sweetest of rewards |
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The best rush |
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I have felt |
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Ten men are dead by my feet |
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I smell their steaming blood |
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And I smile, cause it makes me |
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Makes me feel so good |
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They were crawling on their knees |
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Begging for their pathetic lives |
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Now their souls belong to me |
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As well as their eyes |
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Each man has something that |
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I craveI ate their steaming eyes |
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And drink their blood to make them my slaves |
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At Odin's feet in afterlife |
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I bring the skulls to my shrine |
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Where silent gods stand guard |
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Soak them in blood and in wine |
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A sacrificial ritual |
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One thousand heads are on display |
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Collected through years of thirst |
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Macabre trophies from my prey |
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Picked clean of flesh by |
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Odin's birds |
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I am a wolf in human shape |
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I am a predator with flaming rage |
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I'm a wolf in human shape |
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Every man is prey |
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A predator with flaming rage |
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Blood is in my trace |
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I will die with sword in hand |
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And then my seat's secured |
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When Odin calls from golden hall |
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He will greet me at the door |