| Can you smell it in the air
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| Smoke is rising, fog of revenge
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| A wounded warrior is crawling back
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| An arrow in his chest
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| He is bleeding, death is near
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| Ravens watch him oh so close
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| Dying proud with honor in fight
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| Under creed of a heathen free man
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| Down his trail their houses are burning
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| Even children beheaded in hate
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| His heart is still with old gods
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| He knows the burning burial awaits
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| Tribe will mourn the passing of a kin
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| Soul by soul with thoughts to avenge
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| Sign of wolf branded in belief
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| Hail the victory and iron will
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| Times await their emended return
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| Though of old the weapons changed
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| Marching on still with pagan faith
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| And with intent to fulfill revenge
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| We are encouraged by blood
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| By the battle spirit
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| None can bring silence today
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| For tongue of vengeance speak |