| At the break of dawn
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| The gods above and below
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| Blow their harns
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| The dark mist lies low
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| Above the moisty ground
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| Gods summoning their gathered hordes
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| In declaration of war
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| We partake in massive bloodshed
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| Whilst the remaining freeze and die
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| Unshorn warrior behold the burning
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| Lovely it is the flames burning Hirsir
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| A lonesome cry echoes through an almost
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| cloudless sky
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| One god has fallen from high heaven ground
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| Human parts and weapons lie scattered
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| As blood freeze to solid ground
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| Yes pagan souls be witness
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| To the conquering of Hirsir
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| So warriors unsheathe your swords
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| Burn with us and our lord
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| Drums play their slow march
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| Symbolize that we will to Hell march
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| Alonesome cry echoes through and almost |