| As His Life’s blood leaving
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| I hold my son, my only son
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| And tears fill my burning eyes
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| While his skin turns pale as snow
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| Butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms
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| Slewn by the men of the single god
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| Hatred burns in my chest
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| Rain falls from a raging heaven
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| The wind howls like wolves at the moon
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| I will seek my vengeance for my son
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| I swear I’ll avenge my first born one
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| I ride fast through the woods
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| My friends are by my side
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| Dark Hatred burns in my eyes
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| «Slaves of hvitekrist today you die!»
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| «Maktiga gudar
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| I gyllene salen
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| Hjalp mig i striden
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| Mot sondraparna
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| Den hoge skall
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| For huggen hamnas
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| Och blod skall galdas
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| I blod»
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| Our cloaks fly in the wind
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| As we ride in the cold dark night
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| We’re closing in our enemies
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| We rage in our hearts burning bright
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| The clouds scatter in the northern wind
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| A full moon rides the pitch black sky
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| «Now, hounds of Hvitekrist
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| Your time has come to die!»
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| «Kneel before my sword!
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| No mercy! |
| Your time has come to die!
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| This is the ride for vengeance!» |