| A black host descends
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| Omen of the end
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| Fury and pride at Odin’s command
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| Just the mountains can dare to stand
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| Hordes of the gods
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| Almighty force
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| Foreign invader surely won’t prevail
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| The army that cried loud Odin’s hail
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| It doesn’t matter how much
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| I shall suffer to live
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| To condign my poor soul
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| In your mighty hands
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| I long for that moment my life
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| I shall give and if I die in this battle…
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| Let hammer commence !
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| Black mist now protect us
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| From unfaithful eyes
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| The attack to the cross
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| And its god will surely succeed
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| Steel at my side, banners up high
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| Ancient words from the Gods
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| I pronounce the Viking war-cry:
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| Odin’s hail, it doesn’t matter how
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| Much I shall suffer to live
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| To condign my poor soul
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| In your mighty hands
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| I long for the moment my life
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| I shall give and if i die in this battle…
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| Let Battle commence!
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| «This is the dan for which I was born
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| I blow my last breath into the horn
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| To the halls of Valhalla
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| I know finally
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| My last words are
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| Odin’s hail!» |