| Enter the sphere of hate
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| Where war rages uncontrolled
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| Where desire is motive and pain is art
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| A world of death to create and destroy
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| And where visions of sadistic nature appear
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| Pleasing…
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| Enter the sphere of hate
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| Where you are divine
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| Where battles are fought and won
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| In blind ecstasy… enter your mind
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| Spectre of hate, spectre of war
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| Full moon’s chill now becomes your breath
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| As others fear your spectre feeds
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| A sweat touch of pain and again you strike
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| And the bowels of fools are spit upon
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| As the enemies rest their heads on thy spear
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| Armed from the lights deception
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| Skull-crushing and bone-breaking blows
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| Dedicated to the great northmen
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| Strike upon the enemy forces
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| In great numbers to march onward
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| To feel no pain and to kill merciless
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| These are the berserks, the strength of the north |