| Midgard’s cold and hatred reigns
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| Hunger and disease
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| Fenris is set free again
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| Chaos is unleashed
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| The storm of death sweeps the shores
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| Famine sweep the land
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| Ties of kinship is no more
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| Sons die by their father’s hand
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| Two men meet on battleground
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| Their eyes are full of hate
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| By sacred oaths both are bound
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| Death will be their fate
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| They share the blood of once proud men
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| Yet foes they have become
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| One fights for truth, the other for faith
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| Perish has begun
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| Here comes the — Bloodshed
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| It’s the age of — Bloodshed
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| Here comes the — Bloodshed
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| It’s the age of — Bloodshed
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| Two brothers meet in battle heat
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| Both will die to day
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| No victory and no defeat
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| Death is their only way
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| In their eyes is no remorse
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| They make their final charge
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| Thrusting their swords with mortal force
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| Piercing each other’s hearts
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| Here comes the — Bloodshed
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| It’s the age of — Bloodshed
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| Here comes the — Bloodshed
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| Prepare for — Bloodshed |