| 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 I have felt
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| The best rush I have felt
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| Ten men are dead by my feet
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| I smell their streaming 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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| As well as their eyes
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| Each man has something that I crave
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| I eat their steaming eyes
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| And drink their blood to make them my slaves
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| At Oden’s feat 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 Oden’s birds
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| I am
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| I am
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| A wolf in human shape
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| A wolf in human shape
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| I am
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| I am
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| A predator with flaming rage
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| 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 Oden calls from golden hall
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| He will greet me at the door
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| He will greet me at the door |