| Brave sons of the pagan age raises
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| By the summoning of a wind from the past
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| Silently watching the valleys below
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| As the northern light crosses the sky
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| By the light of a thousand fires
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| Over the hills of a thousand graves
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| Unholy invocating words have been chanted
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| The rebirth of the ravens has come
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| War is the reflection in their eyes
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| Glorious again the northland shall become
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| And the strength of the pagan ones shall arise
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| Brave sons of the pagan age raises
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| Northern steel cuts the flesh of the false
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| Storms of ancient hate is howling across time
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| As the lightning rapes the sky
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| And the blaze of the hammer strikes
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| Force the week to kneel for the stong
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| The rebirth of the ravens has come |