| Our march advances for death and cruelty
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| Black mountains placed herself against our tiring walk
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| The land under our feet begins to tremble now
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| (Is it) the fury of the gods or what?
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| And we continue our journey to the viking land
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| We cross the mountain and we’re blinded by a strong glare
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| The valley shows the ring of green and woody mountains
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| The Crystal lake before our eyes
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| UNDER THE SURFACE OF SHINING COLD ICE
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| FALLEN WARLORDS UNDER OUR GLANCE
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| FEAR IN THEIR EYES
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| MY FRIENDS, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS BLOODSHED?
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| I DON’T KNOW IF WE’LL PREVAIL
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| AGAINST THE RAGE OF THE OPPOSITE GODS
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| Suddenly loud screams ring in the open air
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| We form a circle in the centre of the lake
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| «This rumble comes from the woods» says Troghlor
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| «The ice is breakin'!»
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| And from the mountains a horde of warriors comes
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| Sadist grin on our face, they’re not gods but just men!
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| Huge clash between us, our army will prevail
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| Their heads are falling down!
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| UNDER THE SURFACE OF SHINING COLD ICE
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| FALLEN WARLORDS UNDER OUR GLANCE
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| FEAR IN THEIR EYES
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| MY FRIENDS, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS BLOODSHED?
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| I DON’T KNOW IF WE’LL PREVAIL
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| AGAINST THE RAGE OF THE OPPOSITE GODS |