| Rank and file of Legions vile form their battle lines
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| Clad in armour black as night Northern Darkness sines
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| Banners raised skin of slaves slap in Vanir’s breeze
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| Seidmen cut rune wards deep Hel thaws all shall freeze
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| Release the flood a rampant tide of blood
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| Will fill this black lagoon
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| Warriors weened on gore and gruel must heed
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| The carrion call of doom
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| Pack Master, Unleash the Reavers eager for rapine
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| Emerge from lair of ice and gneiss cave and ravine
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| Vulpine scouts, winter, lean, scent meat on ripe spore
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| A feast awaits the frenzy of rabid fang and claw
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| Volcanic shores bleed a gush of iron ore
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| From ashes Death will bloom
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| Howl for Hel Voracious Dogs of War
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| Fenrir hunts Snaps jaws of doom
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| Skills to hone, swords to whet to keen edge damascene
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| Spear tip to taper, arrow fletch, hammerhead to clean
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| In spleen
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| Shield to boss, helm to crest, battle axe to grind
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| Wound to stitch, gut to void, Berzerker, rage to blind
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| Sick mind
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| Beneath a shroud of bludgeoned sky
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| We tread the dust on corpse, strewn roads
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| Hum laments of requiems
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| Half, remembered odes
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| Of orphaned brats, weeping widows
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| We march to crack of thunder Ragnarok in our eyes
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| To drumbeat of the Damned we salute your sacrifice
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| We march for love of slaughter drunk on wine of blades
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| We fight for eternal night until the End of Days
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| Release the flood a rampant tide of blood
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| Will fill this black lagoon
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| Warriors weened on gore and gruel must heed
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| The carrion call
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| Volcanic shores bleed a gush of iron ore
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| From ashes Death will bloom
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| Howl for Hell Voracious Dogs of War
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| Fenrir hunts Snaps jaws of doom |