| Ghastly mists from the swamp has rose,
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| Sending shivers down town folks spine.
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| The stench of fear spreads with the wind.
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| Dark days give way to despair.
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| For when the time comes, Svartheme we must defend.
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| Land of old, beauty and love, our line long descends.
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| Preserve it we must, keep it from blood, fire and death.
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| Upon the gods our fate we bestow.
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| Svartheme beware for times have changed,
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| Just feel the stir risen deep in the woods.
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| A large flock of ravens fly,
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| Dark wings preach this doom that is to befall.
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| As the sun slowly descends,
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| Darkness falls in to the realms of men.
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| Face to face the enemy now stands.
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| Leave fear no place in your heart.
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| Gather whichever weapon you can wield.
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| Prepare to embrace your fate.
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| Rise! |
| Rise! |
| Rise! |
| For Svartheme.
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| For Svartheme.
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| Die! |
| Die! |
| Die! |
| For Svartheme.
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| Die! |
| Die!
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| The town walls gleam bright with blood.
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| Mayhem explodes from all around.
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| Who dares attack these ancient lands.
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| An evil host sent straight from hell!
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| Murderers, rapists, plunderers and worst I would dare.
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| Our riches stolen, our women raped
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| And our children slaughtered.
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| The whole town reduced to smoke,
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| Stone, fire and ruin.
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| What shall become now of this new barren land?
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| This slaughter must we avenge,
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| However few of us remain.
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| Curse this scum who performed such act.
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| Upon our ancient, rich and beautiful land.
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| Our wrath unleashed you’ll meet.
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| One by one your lives we’ll take.
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| Flee you bastards while you can.
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| Soon your days to an end will come.
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| Rise! |
| Rise! |
| Rise! |
| For Svartheme… |